February 16, 2011
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The loss of life, the kiss of death
Going deeper with every breath.
Light, at first, then darker, steeper
Nothing in life could ever be sweeter.
This pulling away, sinking lower and lower
The pain, it arrives, faster, then slower.
Blood, like memories, it’s always there,
It never leaves.
Till that point where it fades, and I, too, cease to breathe.

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