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A short poem about seeking comfort in solitude and in death.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 42 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 06-12-05 - id: 1937795
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SOLITUDE
With feeble fading breath
I seek beatitude
In silent solitude;
No one shall intrude
On me with dull platitude.
Mine is a strange attitude:
It gives me fortitude,
And pain it shall retrude.
Oh, let it delude
Me into loving Death.
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