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Deaths Cold Hand

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A child wanders through whispers of existence Being born awake within their mother’s womb It then stumbles and falls in the dark distance A sabbatical slave laid to rest within their tomb All eyes transfixed on the seditious sweet sleep Where the rivers of salty sorrows bank to weep And the cancerous curtains take their final stand As they prepare the way for death’s cold hand. April.06.2019 Writing Challenge 1 It's all about 8 Sponsored by: Dear Heart Placed 1'st...Thank You

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 4/25/2019 6:40:00 AM

I have read your creative winning work and wanted to say congrats on your win ..Way to go.. Sara

Constance La France

Date: 4/22/2019 10:59:00 AM

WW, congratulations on your win in my contest with this beautifully penned and spoken rhyming poem. I love your image too.

Pashang Salehi

Date: 4/8/2019 6:10:00 AM

There was a time that I was NO WHERE, I am NOW HERE , and I will be in NO WHERE land soon... they are all the same. Same spelling even. Very thought provoking...