Too Late

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The hall is very cold
And my heart beats very fast.
The light is much too bright,
Crying faces match my own.
We hurry, but too late,
The beeps become a drone.
I see her, no,
I see her corpse.
The door is shutting closed,
I’m not fast enough.
I stumble, it shuts,
She’s gone.





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j~l~w said...
Jan. 11, 2009 at 4:24 am
Whats this about? I like it, but it kinda frightens me.
 
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