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May 2014
Stuck in a mist
Lost in a haze
A end of life
No more days

A path not shown
A darkness creeps
A creature prowls
crouching it leaps

Slashing, tearing
You heart it yearns
A beat you miss
A pain that burns

Nothing ahead
your life you lack
No way to retrieve
Its not coming back

The end is here
The lid nailed on
Six feet under
Too late your gone
Presence
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Presence  Cambridge
(Cambridge)   
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