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His Dying Words (2nd draft) (Free verse) by Ranger

Time slowed, and for an instant it seemed Forever, he was granted The eternity he required To explain how much more he wished he'd loved her And within a fraction of a cricket's song His final breath floated away With the wonderful words she longed for As they dissipated into the echoes Of a deserted corridor "I love you too", she wept But her child would never know Just how much so Condolences and cards rang hollow The maternity ward faded to silence

Yardbird 13-Apr-03/12:36 PM
Dostoyevsky? Is that pretentious or what? "Oh, look at me, I think that by naming myself after some literary giant, people will see me as a serious artist, blah blah blah....". You're a dick, kiddo, and as for "soul", you wouldn't know it if it jumped up and bit your itty-bitty balls off...




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