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In Time
A mellow pulse through my veins,
Paralysed once again,
A shallow drift beneath my lungs.
I feel the lights as they keep me warm.
Every eye that meets with mine,
Those colours , they seem so bright,
Tragically fading
I hope this life hasnt been wasting
remember what have
remember what have offered
not what you suffered
nice poem
Thank you :)
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