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Submitted:May 13, 2007 Reads: 168 Comments: 6 Likes: 1
Lines run deep in
thirsty cheeks.
Been tempted to
oblige them for
days now.
Tear ducts dried up
when heroes failed
and heart beats hardened
and faces turned away
to hide their horror.
Stillborn.
Still living.
Ive been dying for 22 years
but it makes no difference when
or how long.
Because all we do
is take different paths
from the hospital
to the cemetary.
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