One day I will no longer be around.
Fading into the pages of a closed chapter of life.
Remnants of what was lingering like a summer afternoon.
Snuffed from existence without nary a sound.
Occupying the place between a dream and an afterthought.
All that which can never be undone, haunting slumber.
Touch and scent becoming harder to remember.
Seared into eternity , how hard I had fought.
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