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Jul 2015
The situation of departing life.
One thing I learned and be sure.
I have watched several people disappear.
Vessels full of organs.
Once they sparked and buzzed.
Metaphorically of course
Only seen older ones.
Thank heaven.
Couldn't bear seeing an infant pass.

They all looked peaceful with a sublime style.
A visage, that said goodbye without words.
I never saw ****** contortions.
Life's abortion.
Brakes on, they've gone in living form.
The unseen train pulled in at the station.
No tickets or boarding card for this long vacation.
Pre-booked billet.
Free of charge.

Never saw angels collecting them.
Nor saw the reaper grim.
Thank God.
Don't want to meet him anytime soon.
Not saying everyone dies in peace.
All I know is that, those I saw looked comfortable.
Free at last.
Sleep well
I don't know, maybe they're in a better place.
I'd like to think so,
That one thing I'd like to know.
Hopefully, last breathing moment brings forth a silent sleep.
Weep only from love, not pain.
For we shall surely meet again.
(c) Livvi
I don't do heaven and hell stuff, but I was trying to pen reassurance **
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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