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Aug 2014
As I looked upon her,
The hourglass tipped
And I knew my time was running out.

I lay there,
Thinking of all the things I could've said,
Somehow missing the one thing I wished to say.

And as I slipped away
into the ever-growing darkness,
I screamed those words I longed to say,
Knowing they would never leave my mouth!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson
Written by
Andrew Robertson  Iowa
(Iowa)   
441
   Rose, --- and SPT
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