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by leah guarin | |
Published on: Apr 13, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=12411 | |
My eyes closed Darkness encircled the room I sat at the filthy couch My senses numbed The phantom of death slowly dragging me To the soil where putrid seed grows To the grave, my resting place Slowly, I ran out of air The church bells rang Was it Christmas? My breathing stopped My life, like my love Passed away « return. |