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Disappearing

One day

all that will be left of me

will be in a file

in a cabinet

in some dusty depository,

a footnote

in some

curious history

or perhaps

a smile

in someone's memory.

But today

I'm shading my eyes from the sun

and

figuring out

what went wrong.

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john-edward-smallshaw

70 / English

Published: May 8
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