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Death

September 4, 2008
By Brianna Pope SILVER, El Cajon, California
Brianna Pope SILVER, El Cajon, California
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Death is the fog rolling in
I float through it
but death is blinding
Me
I fall down
the sting of the
Mist
is clouding my
Vision
But rays of light
Burn, bright
And the Fog clears up
And I
See

The author's comments:
My grandmother's death inspired me to write this piece because it really made me feel like the poem. also my7 english teacher made me.

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