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Grim Sigh
March 29, 2013
Words cannot express the graveness in my heart, for it saddens me to remand a reprieve for my restless thoughts of death and despair. For I am not a soul of moral or courtesy, no. I am the grave within which you throw a dozen roses, I am the lustful pun that you so desperately utter for attention of on lookers, I am the pendulum that swishes to and fro striking the air and marking the time that passes by.
For I am the shadow of your demise.
© Karen S., Norwalk, CT
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