The Last Seven Minutes
When the heart stop
The mind still struggles
Clinging to the final spark of life
For seven precious minutes
In that span, the boundaries of time is blurred
The parietal and hippocampus in finality remember
The intermittent ticking of the internal clock
Intertwined in one last desperate waltz.
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