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Mar 2021
Time is a circle, it curves once again
At first hidden, then takes a new bend

Midst a fight lost one too many times
A spiteful exchange on the precipice of life

A goodbye was proclaimed too soon
And the last breath exhaled in the room
Written by
Winnalynn Wood
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