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Dec 2020
End
Time runs like the sand through hands
This frail creature's fate is nearing it's end
I'm selfish to be the first to go
But happy to be sent off by a lifelong friend

I might never see you again
But your love was precious like wind
So wild yet calming
Not worthy of a mere symbol like ring

Take this hand and never forget me
Cry as much as you can
Then finally release it from your heart
And build a monument in your mind

My last breath will be spent on your name
And this is a promise that I'm not afraid to say
Eola
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Eola
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