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Sep 2023
Watching a death can consume you
With each heaving breath.  Is this the last?
Where the death rattle that is said will come?
When will the peace, the angelic expression,
Spread across the pale tortured face?
I have seen it, and yet I watch and wonder,
When, when, when both our release?
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
     aslı, tumbledry and Aladdin Aures H
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