Moments
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Moments
slowly slipping
each treasured thing in life
will have no meaning any more.
One gasp
and I will leave this world behind.
I knock on the gold gate
but told, go back
precious.
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September 30, 2019
Poetry/Shape/Shape
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1185-181-02
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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