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Apr 2016
She approaches death with cool desire.
She dreams of the day that
she can fall into deaths arms,
and curl up like a cat.

Her dire wish is not to suffer
through the same day again,
and again and again.
She cannot look ahead.
Reese Mauro
Written by
Reese Mauro  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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