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Last Hours

Written by Kahn, version one read by Kahn, version two read by Andy Denham.

'Last Hours'

She’s there to save him from eternal fire

Touching the light, warm peace of mind they hire

With the labour of love, no coins of desire

In a world unclothed, faith: their only attire

Somehow they know it, they’ re fatally aware

Of the triangle within the secret square

Last hours now nearing, changes are phased

As truth is penniless, all lies: purchased!

Khan (2020)



Version one read by Kahn

Version two read by Andy Denham


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Image credit: 'Last hours of sunshine in the late summer' by Irina Laube

Author: Munia Khan; Website:

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