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Passing By

Maat (Kemeticrecon)I was just thinking…

Life seems to be passing me by.
Death not so To not envy anyone.
for that would confirm my death Not.
so To look at envy and dismantle.
it Not them Those whose thoughts they.
are uttering I sit Read Write Look.
Think All my life Now I see.
their life of death passing me by. Continue reading

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