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ok, so I'm sort of bombarding Fiction Press with angst ridden poetry more than once a day...anybody have a problem with it?
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 56 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-05-06 - id: 2257804
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John Doe on the gurney
No one knows her name
No one knows her game…
That's how I want to die…
Where no one can judge me
Where no one can mourn me
Where no one can know who I am.
I want to be a mystery
A nobody
Just like I was in life.
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