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Aug 2020
While I stood above my grave
Above My body held in time's temporal grasp
Beside the stones and coke-white dust
My decrepit lungs release a spine-chilling rasp
This is a 4-liner on the more morbid side. About a young woman from the south who lost her life in a rock slide near an old chalk mine. I've found that stepping away from my traditional suspenseful writings has helped me see the great potential in simpler, story-based poems. I hope You enjoy.
CKMIII
Carl Miller
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Carl Miller  19/M/GA
(19/M/GA)   
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     Ayesha, Khoisan, ---, Veritia Venandi, --- and 1 other
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