Perceptions in Black and Gray
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Sunday, August 28, 2016
Passing Time
My hands slide where they gripped
I did not lose the sense of touch
Nor was it an accident yet to be called
It was a moment when functions fail
And the tiny things that made human
Started to dwindle. //
(Posted on Facebook 082916)
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