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Aug 2018
Count the seconds, the clock ticks fast.

Every breath could be your last.

You’re dying now, and I feel alone,

Your tears make my body ache to the bone.

The sparkle in your eyes echos in my memories, as if to rhyme.

I suppose eventually everyone runs out of time.
I’m back
Laughing Man
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