Last and First
Fall; unlike privileged non dreamers that take the risk by swallowing, and slowly letting
life trail behind them, without the thought of the next tomorrow, and the next tomorrow,
and the next tomorrow. Glide down swiftly, as if your only dream came close by end, and
captured waves of sun joined, in one last warmth, that you never knew you could ware. Last
and First.
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