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Last Moments
Skipping stones on an unmarked road leading me back to places I have been.
The storyteller unlocks his cabinet of books with fine writings that not soul has ever read.
The memories come in no form or fashion as the pages turn locked away in this mystical theater in my head.
It could have been twenty years or more in a manner of seconds as I relived my life lying on my death bed.
Hello mother! How is it going dad! I have missed you grandmother and grandfather it is sure good to see you again!
Then just as quickly as it started it all comes to an end.
The lights go out.
The crowd cries as the curtains close.
Thus ending the life I once lived and ending my show.
Making these my last moments
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