title: 7 minute memories

about: grievances in the glimpses of a life lived

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Little clouds, with little wings
Little feets, little swings
Those smiles gleam with joy,
As they taste those little things.

Books, books all around
Going through the lost and found
Smiles of pride and victory shone,
As they've won the last round.

Tears came like a waterfall,
They left once and for all
Clouds of grief were finally full
As you mourned and mourned,
for the lost

As they come, soon they'll go
Where to? No one knows.
But you'll find 'em when you don't know,
Or When you spend those last minutes, on the death row.

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