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Sep 2010
Forgot
Soul of dew
Hurled.

Dried by midday.
β€˜Tis a sensible hour.

He is the one who is called
Forgot.
I am the one who is called
Soul of dew.
I am the one who is now
Hurled
Into an evanescent being,

Only to dry
Much too soon.

Forgot soul of dew, hurled.
Soul of dew
Hurled, Forgot was too late.
Β©2008
Written by
Nat Yonce
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