Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Deathbed Scene Comments

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Throbs are seen,
Cell walls melt.

While he dares Fate
wily heirs wait
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Jonathan ROBIN
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Danny Draper 19 July 2013

Timeless succinct poem. Heirs grow grey but would die for a golden carcass. Blessed are they with poor relies for they will be resilliant.

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