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Sep 2019
It takes little time to come alive
Soon finding fortune and misfortune
As we strive
All the firsts that are yet to come
The first touch, the first sound
The first walk and falling on the ground
First school, first friends
First successes and failures that never end

Moments upon moments
That make a life
Moments that some never have
Because only one moment
Is what it takes to end a life
One wrong card in their stack
One turn to end up in a wreck
Before their firsts could begin
Their ending swept in

Past all judgement
No one decides
Who can value
Firsts, seconds, thirds
Seconds upon hours upon years
Moments upon moments
That were near
Yet had no way there
(05.09.2019) Dedicated to a friend that died in a car accident at only 19 years old. I wish he could have experienced a lot more firsts,but death doesn't work that way, it's arbitrary.
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     Willoughby, S Olson and Colm
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