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Jun 2016
Death hath come for me
I can feel him in the room,

His breath throughout the air,
The pacing of his shoes,

I know I cannot hide
I know I cannot run,

Instead I smile inside Because
tonight I am the one,

He strides up to my bedside
And straightens out his tie,

He stares and places a cold hand and says:

"Don't worry my sweet child"
Elizabeth Sommers
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Elizabeth Sommers  18/F
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