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For the third year in a row, the third January in a row, one of my grandparents has died. None left to be taken next year.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 83 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-02-06 - id: 2081828
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Oh come dreamless sleep
Black embrace of silence
White wings carry a scythe
And it has fallen once more
Thrice upon the year's renewal
The black veil has fallen; gentle, cruel
And separated me from my father's past
And separated me from my mother's last
Weary of this time of night
Weary of old memories slipping from sight
I long to hear the scythe's blade once more
So that the light will come nevermore
8:13pm
01/02/2006
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