Christin Abbas

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The wind swept by in the darkness of the night,
you can feel the wind, it
feels like the chilness of someones death!
Am I right?
Someone who is dieying
a painful death!
No way to get out of this merciful pain-no way to
restaingthen your brain!
Its like a fighting,
or maybe a war!
Did they kill her
because she was a whore?
A witch?A demon?
Or the justness of his thoughts?Who
knows?Not me!Not him!Not she
!Nobody knows,fore the knowingness of the death
of she is a secret,and forever shall be!

Copyright Christin Abbas 2001. All rights reserved.