Death Comes To All
Death Comes to All-Lai
Silent days face of a mere
. stranger;
Vancant tear
Hollow
End of life is near
Functions are not clear
SHALLOW
Breaths are numbered, dear
Ready? unsure FEAR
Must GO....
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2012
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