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nothign at all is happening

the room is quiet
theyve all left the bodies

and have been forgotten

i look in their eyes
and see a smile

i hear a cry

i want to die

kill my spirt make me free

my bodys rotted and ive embraced your heart

my heart is stopping and im not trying

to help you through this

in a while ill be dead

in a while youll see my head

rolling down the stairs iin a bag

blood on the windows
pearl in your pocket

cry wiht bloods remorse
for my soul

NEXT?
Why don't you look at REUNIONS
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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