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END VISITATIONS Will you wait with me while I try to live ten years, in the next ten minutes? Will you cheer me when the thought of dying sends my stomach churning, and my mind into disarray? My melencholy is sincere, for both you and I know we will never sing or dance together again. While waiting your time must go slowly. My time no longer shares that blood relationship with calendars and clocks, hour glasses and sun dials. Its new brothers are sounds. Its sisters, light. Its mother, breath, and its father, God's Mercy... |
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