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Poetry

Poetry

death

death

you come with

thin fingers

digging cold fear

through my heart

greedily picking at

my sanity

     coward

you come at my

weakest moment

choosing those who

are already lost

my reason begs for peace

you give it

by Justin Olmanson

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read at your own risk...

discovered, lost and squandered

death

various people

prayers, hymns and questions

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