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death (Free verse) by crwncka1

I hear a bird chirping, faintly from the far, I look outside to see, nothing but darkness there, something inside tells me, that I have arrived, to a place, where time means nothing, everything is silent now, my soul has cleared, all the useless air, back home from the far, to rest in peace

Don-Quixote 28-Aug-03/3:03 PM
title sucks.. death is a dead subject, it takes a master to give it life, your not fit for the job.. 0




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