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The body borrowed,   the soul to lend The clock runs quickly, —each click portends The choices wagered,   the chips they fall The sins if proffered, —a last downfall Your memory staggered,   the past in waves The future stealing, —are you enslaved The trumpet blows,   one last farewell The die is cast,   —heaven or hell (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Heaven Or Hell
The body borrowed,   the soul to lend The clock runs quickly, —each click portends The choices wagered,   the chips they fall The sins if proffered, —a last downfall Your memory staggered,   the past in waves The future stealing, —are you enslaved The trumpet blows,   one last farewell The die is cast,   —heaven or hell (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
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