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no answers
Contributed by
rossdean
on
Thursday, 27th August 2009 @ 09:08:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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In death you take your last breath.
So comes death.
Suicide.
Betide.
Worldwide.
Ones left behind
are consigned
their lives defined
No answers
Too many chapters
The dust settles gone are the hymnals. So many questions then we soften.One more coffin
Copyright ©
rossdean
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2009-08-27 09:08:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: no answers
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 27th August 2009 @ 09:13:57 AM AEST (User
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Very bleak, but I liked the structure and the language used.
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