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Jul 2013
The knock is heard at the door.
I slowly make my way toward the sound.
Dreading every move I make as I get closer.
The sound is getting louder, almost deafening me.
I know what awaits me at the other side of the door,
for Death knows no stranger.
It's up to me if I invite Death in.
I choose to keep the door closed this time
and make death wait a little longer.
Dawn Bailey
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