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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Yes indeed. The clock is ticking! Change it up now!
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