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Jan 2021
What can you create
That which wouldn't be destroyed
Hearts age
And stones wither.
There's yearning for immortalisation
But nothing on earth
That would last.
Why worry at all if nothing is permanent?
Kairosclere
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Kairosclere  18/F/Coffee stains
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