SarahJane Platt


Epitaph

What if this were my final chance to say goodbye?
Awake one morning to find myself a fugitive,
Feeling bad because this is the end.
Would the words give you piece of mind? Small
And fragile as they run across the page
As if straining towards an invisible goal
They are powerless to change themselves
Lost in themselves, condemned from birth
Here they stand: I LOVE YOU

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