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May 2018
Death overcame him
How could it not?
Death is, after all, the final say
Of all the things that could have been said
Of all the people that could have said them
Death spoke last
And I couldn't argue with it
Because there was nothing left to say
Lone Chimney Sweep
Written by
Lone Chimney Sweep  21/F/South Africa
(21/F/South Africa)   
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     Khoisan, Edmund black, Arte and Antonyme
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