I saw a door
towards the end of my suffering
crying out , the one you call 'death'
I remember
I heard a noise,
mumuring , chanting , crying
then nothing , the weak sun flickered
over the dry surface.
Calm but Terrible,
buried in the dark earth
it was over , the stiff earth bending
as I drown in the dark.
I spoke to you,
from the...
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