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Feb 17
He rose like steam to the milky sky
his breath light and his eyes wide.
Palms upturned like flowers in bloom.
Then he was still, a sack of bones and flesh.
I was furious at the clock, and at the traffic.
At the very fact that the world-
that my world continued without him.
Quite clumsy but Iā€™m working on it
Written by
Kyra  18/F/Who knows?
(18/F/Who knows?)   
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