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Feb 2018
The body borrowed,
  the soul to lend

The clock runs quickly,
—each click portends

The choices wagered,
  the chips they fall

The sins if proffered,
—a last downfall

Your memory staggered,
  the past in waves

The future stealing,
—are you enslaved

The trumpet blows,
  one last farewell

The die is cast,
  —heaven or hell

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm
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