Sin Fronteras Spring 2018 Sin Fronteras 2018 | Page 45
You slipped through time’s hands,
And they were closing soon.
The weariness, solitude, and time,
They softly whispered
that it was time to go.
And so,
Finally,
You gave up on pushing the cart.
It was too heavy
And you had no money
To pay for it all anyways.
And since the store was about to
close
And lock its doors,
You crawled into the cart
Fell asleep
And never woke up.
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