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Bryan Amerila Apr 2016
here’s your cup
you took a sip
then left
i'll just take a walk, you said
silence
i could see your back
garbed on old blue clothes you were
little by little
by distance, you went
faraway
fading
pale
blue turned white
into dust
lifted
by the wind
up, up, up
slowly, eaten by the  sun
blinded by light
i looked down
took your cup
sipped
to your immortality
i partook

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