Night Cut Short
Has one saved me
From the past pollution
A slight ingrate in a complicated world
The spell still lingers
But is it so potent,
The summer I was formed into my being,
So now come hear
What I have here to say
Conform Death as king and he will grant you
One single wish
Quick and painless fall to
Or slow to suffer the pain you have cuased you
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2006
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