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Jul 2021
Every person we know
every animal we see
every seedling that grows
will one day decease

Every building we pass
every home we drive by
everything built to last
will eventually die

Feelings fade
and metal rusts
The things we create
turn to dust

So hold me close
my only friend
And stay sweet with me
till our bitter end
I try to write a poem every day before noon.
Zoe Mae
Written by
Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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