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May 2018
Time flows in one direction
my memories a fake projection
of things that were
and are no more.

Of plans I make
only time will tell
if they are doomed
to end in hell.

Now is here and
Now is gone,
with the speed of light,
time flows,
not just for me alone.
Written by
Mario  39/M
(39/M)   
235
     --- and Lone Chimney Sweep
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