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Feb 2016
I am but lost time in a lifetime,
Small movements disappearing in washed sand.
I can no longer bear this breathing,
Like needles upon the lungs.
Nothing ventured nothing changed,
The fire within dwindling to but a spark.
Shapeless in a crooked shaped world,
I am but lost time.
As far as I can see,
Is life but a memory?
Or a dream?
Seth Milliman
Written by
Seth Milliman  South Bend, IN.
(South Bend, IN.)   
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