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Butch Decatoria Nov 2018
It’s like time being pulled

In opposite directions

Racing forward

Super quick

While at that instance

In the direct opposite of it

Slowing in reverse

Widening space

A vector string

Stretching draining your soul

Dreading the empty

Time pulls  away

This is what is being felt

As life leaves you

Time like a rubber band

Stretched until it snaps

Torn asunder then

A flash of brilliant light

& Waking to the Wonders

Of After.

— The End —