Epitaph
T Tom Billsborough
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The oxygen of hope expires
I shudder
And my past breath
fades from the mirror,
A disappearing ghost,
Leaving alone
Death's inscrutable smile.
So close my eyes
My file lies in the future,
If at all,
My friends, who stall
For now within the endless present.
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