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Mar 2016
If I don't live, breathe,
Think, feel. I fear I shall be
Not the rose I wished.

The life I had planned
Shall have slipped away like the
Careless winds of June

Into the Darkness
The unreachable sleepy
Unwakeable night.

Shall I forget this?
When my life has come and gone
Will I be the same?
Camille Monigatti Lake
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