her empty stomach snarled within her as she chronicled her final wishes into temporary sand before her.
a hearty meal.
an act of kindness.
a smile.
a purpose.
but she would leave, leave this world i n c o m p l e t e as had so many others before her.
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Ephemeral
Poetry❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017
