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Mar 2014
It’s both limited and continuous.
Physically there in a series of digits
But not always there mentally.
Visually seen by creases and lines
But not always there physically.
Stemmed from human ingenuity  
Which creeps along when anxious
And flashes by when having fun.
Wasted away on meaningless things
Then ****** dry when death is near.
© 2014 Sarah Quinn
03/05/14
Sarah Quinn
Written by
Sarah Quinn  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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