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May 2016
Aren't we all
Just waiting for our time to be up?
The day when
Body and soul come undone

When everything that mattered
Doesn't anymore
And you see your years in seconds-
A paparazzi slideshow

Your sins left behind
For loved ones to collect
Like a forensic Easter egg hunt

Then you drift
In the parallel lines
That blur religion and reality

Too late to question
Everything you've ever known
Too soon to regret
Sunday's Idol Eyes
Adrian Alberts
Written by
Adrian Alberts  Florida
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