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Aug 2012
I leave you resting in a slumber so deep
Your eyes dark like your soul which is gone.
I walk slowly, backing away from your presence,
Knowing what will happen to me next.
Crying a river, drowning in my tears,
Sitting on the dusty bedroom floor,
Watching death take over you.
People come in to cover your body
With a cloak as white as your skin
Taking you away to the dark depths underground.
As I watch your body leave the decaying room,
Your presence fills my soul; now a part of me.
I am now you and you are now me.

(Written in 10th Grade)
Heather Smith
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Heather Smith
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