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No Last Goodbye
That left undone while living,
a bedside chat won't cure
Death coming fast, the first now last,
the closing of the door
With wounds unbled, in unmade beds,
lay prisoners of time
Good wishes die, no last goodbye
-intentions left behind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
a bedside chat won't cure
Death coming fast, the first now last,
the closing of the door
With wounds unbled, in unmade beds,
lay prisoners of time
Good wishes die, no last goodbye
-intentions left behind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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No Last Goodbye
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