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What is gone never fails to plunge a knife
June it was, when I took a chance at life
my breathing faltered
heart patterns altered
50-50 they said as, I rolled to the otherside of the bed
it's 2020, my eyes are darkest of red
Yet, I made it to 100 & I'm not dead.




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