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Aug 27
We say
It's never too late

But I don't want to wake up
At 50, feeling unsatisfied
never have grown

so it does get too late.

it's too late to take the nectar
when the flower is already pollinated

it's too late to say sorry
when there is but a gravestone.
This poem is a little unpolished but for now it's public
redberry
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     Soulless and Emirhan Nakaş
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