they disappear.
fade. they become
memories with swift
feet. apparitions
like balloons rising
between the clouds
in summer
heat. faces
and names obscured
in the smoke
of times quick
fire. here today.
there is no tomorrow.
fade. they become
memories with swift
feet. apparitions
like balloons rising
between the clouds
in summer
heat. faces
and names obscured
in the smoke
of times quick
fire. here today.
there is no tomorrow.
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