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My Mom’s Face

Fading away

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

When in the mirror Emerges my mom’s face I remember death awaits But life is to blame

We collapse in time The universe lasts as we fly After us comes them But soon, they’ll pass

As new humans arise We start remembering what was before Who were the ones breathing us inside In love, dancing, falling to conceive

Now they are, falling away from life Confused and lost In a bite, their brains are consumed In a snap, they’ll be wiped

While we rejoice on their throne Soon we’ll be no one We don’t grow We were born to die

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