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Apr 2021
Time -
a high-priced commodity,
leaves us with a shortened
supply of memories
until it's our turn
to pass on.

Death -
the fickle fiend
leaves a gnawing ache
inside our brains,
stinging with hurt until
there's a mountain left of
time.
Written by
Nicole
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