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Jul 2010
Pay attention,
I've run out of words,
Actions are all I have,
Touch, taste, see,
Everything I have to give.
Breath and smell
The air, so pure.
As I breath my last breath,
Utter my last syllables that have no meaning.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin
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