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It was with but a whisper that they fell They fell, They fell, They fell Unto the ground. Fear whispered On their faces, but never could tell. The words that died on their breath Heard for a last time like leafs they fell. It would never speak in a heightened  tone. It would but Insinuate, Confide, Sigh Words upon their listening senses, and they Would fall in that moment like frail stems. How many would listen to these spoken Thoughts on a breeze that etched A picture on many a face, drawn in a last moment Abstract horror or relief looked at From those still on feet, released was their mortal coil Into oblivions peace. Come closer I have something to whisper too you I'll only whisper it, Pledge, Vow, Promise That what is told will only be on your thoughts As long as you live. "Your Going to die, "I am the voice of last words heard, "Now my friend exhale last breath, And in ear shot of  those whispered word they Fell like petals from a dead flower. My words now told on the features of their face.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
It Was But Words Muttered
It was with but a whisper that they fell They fell, They fell, They fell Unto the ground. Fear whispered On their faces, but never could tell. The words that died on their breath Heard for a last time like leafs they fell. It would never speak in a heightened  tone. It would but Insinuate, Confide, Sigh Words upon their listening senses, and they Would fall in that moment like frail stems. How many would listen to these spoken Thoughts on a breeze that etched A picture on many a face, drawn in a last moment Abstract horror or relief looked at From those still on feet, released was their mortal coil Into oblivions peace. Come closer I have something to whisper too you I'll only whisper it, Pledge, Vow, Promise That what is told will only be on your thoughts As long as you live. "Your Going to die, "I am the voice of last words heard, "Now my friend exhale last breath, And in ear shot of  those whispered word they Fell like petals from a dead flower. My words now told on the features of their face.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
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