Life's Last Reflection
Sitting slightly still in a diner booth.
Earthquake enters the emptiness with a convulsion.
Fading fluorescent flickering aurora.
Visions of vivacity vanish in a moment.
Instantly inhale life’s last.
In reasoning reflection, what regrets and choices would you change from your past?
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