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Jan 2011
He sits with the rose in hand.

Death.

He ponders.
He dwells.

Death

To be with Ember once again.
To feel her in his arms.
He could see her again.
The rose floats to the floor.
He walks to the mirror.
He stands with the gun in hand.

Death.

He stares into the mirror.
Horror fills his eyes.

Death.

The mirror reflects the room.
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copyrighted Randy "PSoM" Wiafe 2011
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe
Written by
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe  United States
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