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Last Day on Earth

Can this be my last day on earth, as I know it?

Last time I drop to my knees,

needing a man who disappeared by the morning.

Last time I bargain with these four walls

to bring me back to my feet.

Last time I sit with that feeling until

all of its meaning means nothing anymore —


This is the last forest fire that I let burn in my mind.

The last crossing thought that catches me off guard.

The final hiss and rumble of a moment long gone.


This is the last time he will be my first love.

 
 
 

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