The End

October 4, 2010
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The inevitable is taking over
My soul is reaching the highest peak
End is near, there is no closure
A soft breeze caresses my cheek
Pure clouds of white rise above
Losing grip like a worn tread
A brief encounter with a dove
I am non existent, I am dead





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