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Jul 2019
Somehow,  
          we  all  forgot  
     that  we  aren't  here
          for very long.  

                We've
   become time - machines,
          never living
     in  the  moment. And
          now we can't
     remember how to love
             what's right
          in  front  of   us.

               Every
         river  leads  to
           the ocean.
    Stars do burn out.
                So yes,
         everything ends.

             But do you
      want to know a secret ?
            Everything
-- and I mean everything
     -- BEGINS AGAIN.
               Maybe
         we're getting it
             all wrong,
       and  it's  the  stars
             who are
       wishing on us.
                                                                                Jon York   2019
Jon York
Written by
Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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