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He stood At the end Of the days That had passed And he wept For them all As they spilled Through the gaps In his fingers That clawed The air At their backs Til the one That he thought That he'd caught Was his last.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Yesterdays
He stood At the end Of the days That had passed And he wept For them all As they spilled Through the gaps In his fingers That clawed The air At their backs Til the one That he thought That he'd caught Was his last.
should have turned round before it was too late !  :o(
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
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