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Topic of Death II (Free verse) by ARTIE

Oh straightened back, So tense, no slack, on slab of stone, all alone! The look in your eyes, Deep inside, All vision gone, Now so obscure, all a-blur. Yellow tag strung on toe, No price, no sale, No name I know, could be Doe. No tears, No fears, Only frigid nights, Outstretched arms, O'er thee, Your sleeve. "T.O.D" I see.

peekster63 19-Feb-05/11:40 AM
Fuckin love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Peekster




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