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Nov 2014
Watch
While you have eyes.
Breathe
While you taste the air.
Walk
With your head inclinced.
Touch
With care.
Things
Make sense this way.
Age
Like sleep is stealthful,
Putting the unfeeling
To rest.
Like a woman
Walking away with sway;
You say:
I used to remember such things.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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