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Mar 06, 2010
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Breath Less
Purple-blue colour
Mask-like grimace
Leaving his Earth at a quickening pace..
In defiance of Death
He gripped the bed bars
Trying to get air into decaying lungs..
Doctors and nurses clustered around
Pouring in drugs to jump start
His heart..
Their efforts were futile
As the breath left its home
The fight was now over
His corpse was alone..
— sharon-rose, Mar 06, 2010
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magics02
16 years 3 months ago
Aww sad one
sharon-rose
16 years 3 months ago
hi magic