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Dec 2016
Humans,
What odd creatures we are.
We fill our heads with
empty promises of forever,
when even the most precious things,
like time and life itself,
are temporary.

We hope to have forever,
But nothing is ever permanent.
The only thing we can keep
are the blissful memories.

This, my dear,
is all that's left for us.
The Poetic Wallflower
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The Poetic Wallflower  27/F/Pa
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