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Soon
all my moments lost
as tears in rain
anonymously mine.
Unsurpassed
unshared, alone, unique
no other eyes have seen
my wonders
or ever will.
Life’s spark
bright, brilliant, short
burning, burning –
drowning.
Too hard to accept
no more chances
to try what could have been
what never will be.
Unredeemable, incurable quenching
predetermined from inception
Such a tiny inferno, my life.
It is time to die.
– Kathryn Andersen
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