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Jun 2010
I was sleeping
And like a victim two seconds unaware
I was smiling
I was dreaming

I heard a crying
And like a father I was moving
I was running
You were creeping

I heard a splashing
Much like some children playing
I wasn’t laughing
You were spreading

You splashed and crashed
And poured in all of my crevices
You spread and I was dead
On the inside, You are the nemesis

And you would have laughed
If you had a voice and lips
To smile while I cried.

I was sleeping
And like a victim left for dead
I stopped breathing
While you were creeping
11:02 AM 6/1/04
Vince Paige
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Vince Paige  50/M/Portage, MI
(50/M/Portage, MI)   
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