Death
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I could not do it, not once I was toldBut, I did it; just to be foolishly bold
Took my keys, then opened the doorDidn't even want to step on the floor
I felt the stillness; it made me numbClosed the door; to the dust to come
Indiana Shaw . . .
"Death" . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2022
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