Brief instances

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These brief moments of light were the meaning of being alive… For me

I could recognize your scent at the end of times

To love is to breath life before agonize

To shed a tear and remember why is it so precious so unique

Intertwine with no remorse, with sadness and joy

They are meant equally to destroy

We are meant to cherish and to perish, both in the same manner

Life and love should be exempt from anger…

I am an old man now… Far from achieving love… Far of been alive

But I found some relief on these little instants of an emotional farewell

Because only a word this complicate can be so easy to spell

And to this path of life, none of us will ever be able to survive…

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