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Feb 2017
Dust to dust
We rise then fall

Hour to hour
We live then die

Mountain to mountain
We move then stop

Feeling to feeling
We smile then frown

The end is not what's sad
Life is not what's happy
How each happens
Is what matters

It's the to
The journey
That moves us

It's the then
The in between
That defines us
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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