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Jun 2014
Your time on earth is over;
I miss you very much.
It is all so brutally final;
No voice, no face, no touch. 

I try to reconcile
This spectre we call death;
It creeps into our lives
Like a stealthy chilling breath.

We all must face this demon
For none can avoid its stare
But hope and human nature
Mean we lose but still can care.
Writing this made me feel better.
Trieste Bergerac
Written by
Trieste Bergerac  UK
(UK)   
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