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Oct 2011
Passing over the bridge
I noticed the dark waters below
There it was
My soul

Caught in a plastic bag
Held by the man with the shopping cart
I lost it
My heart

Disappearing quickly
My fall was met with merely cold
It ended
My life
sadness, death, loss
Sara Skora
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