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Jul 2014
Death is like lightning.
It can come like a thief in the night,
My heart is broken every time I try and fight it.
Weeping in solitude,
At the emptiness laying on my bed.
It's just dripping with tears from the faucet.
Andrew Fisher
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Andrew Fisher  California
(California)   
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