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9.23 pm

July 15, 2017

A precious moment splits your smile

From when your face begins to slide.

Eleven minutes splits that breath

From when the ambulance arrives.

 

An hour and forty minutes pass

Before a nurse is at your side.

With tenderness she takes your pulse,

Looks at her watch. And then you died.

 

In measurement of time and space,

Your passing lacks a feather’s weight.

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