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Aug 2018
Visions of nooses, neck snapping,
              hands wrapping
around the cord, pulling,
failing. Flailing,
legs out, swinging,
                               jerking about.

Fingers loosen on the noose and -
                              silence -
darkness, vision fading. Shading
round the edges.

Peace at last?
Written by
Robert Shaw  26/M/UK
(26/M/UK)   
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