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Saturday, April 27, 2013

Death Whispers

Passing twice
With your last breath
And again when the last person 
You know says your name
For the last time
Letting you go
Like a church always open
A good habit 
Taking your life back
An old habit that dies hard 
An ugly that does not disappear
Once with your last breath
And again when the last person
That knew you
Says your name
For the last time
Even if its hate in their mind
That memory lived
Till it fades with time
A reflection of the past 
Listening to the beat 
a rhythm in my chest
Watching it rise
To it hits the crest
Then slowly begins a new
A sleep haunted with out dreams
A nightmare without screams  
Without the small joys in life
Faltering Voices under the ruble 
Whispering

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