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all time does pass and,
in its own cruel fashion,
so harsh does it dictate
the end of a sentence,
the beginning of thought.
i's are stopped by a dot
and t's meant to be crossed
as coffee is best served
When it does burn hot
- ch
YOU ARE READING
carpe diem
Poetrybrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
