Between Lies Everything
P Patti Masterman
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Do you grieve for self when you're dying,
Forget to grieve, once you're dead?
Maybe you were so busy high-flying
That visions just danced in your head?
You thought that dying was easy;
Leaving everything came naturally.
It is, and does- the last moment-
But between here- lies everything.
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