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When my friend died that night, In the room next to mine, Did I hear his death rattle? Did my subconscious mind, While I lay sleeping, dreaming Record some small part of His short life ending? Did his soul, On its way to wherever It was going, stop by, Give me a jaunty wave As it faded out the window? Or did my soul sleep Peacefully, all that night, Unaware of the transformation?
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
My Friend
When my friend died that night, In the room next to mine, Did I hear his death rattle? Did my subconscious mind, While I lay sleeping, dreaming Record some small part of His short life ending? Did his soul, On its way to wherever It was going, stop by, Give me a jaunty wave As it faded out the window? Or did my soul sleep Peacefully, all that night, Unaware of the transformation?
john-hill
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
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