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Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Stay Of Execution
Living on borrowed
Time, the words were
Anxious to say what
They wanted but without
Sounding too grasping—they knew
All too well the absurdity
Of a sentence truncated
In midair
Without pausing as long
As humanly possible there.
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