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slipping away

every day
slipping away
why cling
to the pain
to the fading light
every day
slipping away
fading fast
no words to speak
no time to spare
every day
slipping away
slowly breaking
with each breath
with each sigh

Thursday

When I don’t speak and I can only listen, I wish I had the gift or curse of hearing thoughts from those who cannot even whisper…

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