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May 2010
Swiftly moving, surely breathing,
Death comes upon thee.
Deafly hearing, blindly seeing,
Death comes, you'll see.
Purely hating, silently screaming,
Death moves toward me.
Angelic sinning, awakened dreaming,
Death won't leave you be.
Drowned swimming, motionless fleeing
Death has to be the key.
Unharmful stabbings, helpful bleedings,
Death has slain me.
Written 5/14/08 @ 10AM by Kathrine Mack.
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Katy Mack
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