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Dec 2017
Cessation of breath
Come to me, death
How I made the world
my own little orb
Dust to dust and
rust to rust to rest
Find my soul flying
as my body dying
with grass at my feet
smile on my face
Gathered my dreams
and far flung hopes
and threw away
Sometimes I thought
that the dark was mine
but I had light
in me all along
Shining on bright
like summer sunbeams
I shared my light
even if that
kept me in darkness
My life is so
fleeting and brief
but I had one
hell of a time
with you all
Goodnight
Michael J Simpson
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Michael J Simpson  31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland
(31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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