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Oct 2013
Capture this moment.
Yet again.
Slipping through your fingers like sand.
Vanishing like morning dew.
Being swallowed by quicksand, buried six feet under

Capture this moment.
Yet again.
But its already gone.
Disappeared around the corner.
Hidden behind the hills.
Sunk into a lake, never to be retrieved.

Capture this moment.
Think not of it.
To hold it in your hand.
For this moment in time,
Is gone yet again.
Sean
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