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Last Moments
Many, many 
years, 
to many years 
gathered within 
a man’s chest,
within the last fifteen 
minutes 
of his last breath.

His memories 
drowned in dust 
and fallen leaves.
Shadows pressed 
like flowers 
between 
random pages
from a random 
book he forgot to live.

All his memories
turned to ash
put in an urn, 
put up like 
peach preserves 
to spread 
on a god’s 
morning toast.

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