Heard you died in the news
I read of your death in the paper
I saw you die of stab wound
I heard you were strangled
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I saw you die of stab wound I heard you were strangled In a dark abandoned alley prosaic “manna” for My sentience. I drink to your trance O conscience Nothing of the impact left behind all etched in the poignancy of this poem
Wow! is a great one i love it, voted. the title is also nice