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I poem I just had to write after a dream I had.
My Demise.
-MRW 7 June 2002
In a flash,
sudden and brash,
I realized my demise.
After thinking it through,
Just like a thinker should do,
There was no feeling of reprise.
As my heart began to sink,
My eyes could not blink.
Dark before sunrise.
Life was green.
Images seen.
One dies.