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Submitted:Sep 20, 2009 Reads: 103 Comments: 3 Likes: 2
Waiting for the bell,
To ring from depth of hell,
When hand of time would stop,
And then the world to be forgot,
No memories to hold past death's door,
My very life-force to be robbed poor,
Waiting...
Forever anticipating...
No more.
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