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Last Breath

You were a shining Star. Few of many in the sky. Looking up so very high, Not knowing why you are. Close and set you are far. Spinning flames knot a tie, I note a pattern just like pi. Colliding with me you spar. So burn it up and burn away, Sow your heart upon a plane. Chart your distance in the clay. Burn it all up then call it sane. The explosion in the sky is His death. All burned up He has no last breath. (R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich

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