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...[Death. It's so final.]
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 46 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-06-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2386905
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This is it
Nothing to it
Are you craving oxygen?
Do you feel anything?
You're non existent now
Lips sewed tight and laid down
In the ground
You frown when you can't smile
This is it
Nothing to it
Death. It's so final.
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