Grace Michael Cochran · Jan 22, 2010
I blinked

Held inside a weakening grasp,

Why must time move so fast?

What was here just moments ago,

Now has died and grown stone cold.

What now we have is a memories shell,

Farewell nice moment, I knew thee well.

 
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