Friday, April 23, 2010

The Coming Of Death Comments

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I recline alone as death awaits. My obit pendent from above

Forever lost without your taste. Grasping, gasping for your love

 My heart and soul, codependent, unfunctioning lifeless and alone

Like notes without a hand to play, impossible to intone
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Beach Leanbh
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