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The past and present wilt- I have watched my life dry up and pass back to black. Emptied! I can only stay a minute longer will you kiss me before I am gone? I beg you, prove it's not already too late ... I depart with a sigh. Nod, then blink at the runaway sun. Beneath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass! If you want me again look for me on the soles of your feet. You hardly knew who I was, who I am or what I mean! but .... I bid you good health nevertheless!