Death

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im already dead,
i am the unknown.
the last of the mouners,
i sit here alone.
and no one to question me,
sitting alone
so pateintly.
what do i wait for? ,
why do i stay? .
the answer is simple,
the end of the day.
foe when the moon rises,
my love shall rise too.
from the coffen,
underneathe me.
he came into sight,
to where i can see.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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