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May 2020
Death encumbers me as I peer out from behind my eyes.
I’m not there.
Time drips in an hour glass.
And we care only for what is not in our control.
Our death being the only exception.
It is not thought of at all.
We drink to forget the time that takes us to it.
Written by
Poppy B
95
     sophie and Bogdan Dragos
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