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Aging time

 


AGING-TIME🕰️ 

 Age, a number that has to be remembered. 

 Age, not to be numbered but just for remembrance.  

Age, you don't tamper with it but grow rampant. 

Age, is not a factor but a capture. 

 Age, a number that counts for you but not for you. 

Age, it can be ahead of you or behind you, so you are just you. 


Why not have your time to take your time. 

Is there any sense in timing your age? 

Is timing Hasting? 

I'm not confusing but diffusing to have your own way of digesting. 

Double up to top up. For every reasoning there is a reason. 

Writers from pens should sign with letters from pen. NOT FOR ALL.

 -Afrigia✍

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