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May 2020
I laid there…
Eyes closed
Blissful in the knowledge
That my future sped out of reach
My past slowly growing
Warmth spread in my chest
Each beat
Slower now.

The stop was painful
The beat more so
And though I deserved
That end
The beat continued
Once more my future
Receded to my grasp.
Joseph Rice
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Joseph Rice  32/M/Virginia
(32/M/Virginia)   
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