Summer Anderton Poems

Pain is like a river
flowing though a town
Death is like the moon
which never makes a sound
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I walk along the highway
each and every night
Letting the wind caress me
without a single fright
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She listened to his excuses
She listened to his lies
One thing she didnt know was
she was in for a surprise
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Each breath she grows weaker and weaker
And the light grows brighter and stronger
The last thread of life
could hold her no longer
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