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Nov 2013
Cold.
Tap tap.
Heavy tap.
Held still.
Stiff.

Airless.
Breathless.
Eyes locked shut.
Lips once kissable.
Remarkable.
Memories locked in pungent box.

Showered.
Not in wedding's.
Nor in infants in progression.
Embryonic session passed.
Life gone.
Had a blast.

Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Once was body beautiful.
Very shortly ****** dust.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This is pretty dark!  I do like doing darkness at times!
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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