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| Death I close my eyes and try to think, What death is like, but I come up blank. I can't thnk of ways to be without thought, For thought is not a magical art. I can't totally be doing nothing, For in my body there is always something. And I have questions to be prepared, For when the day comes, but my body is unaware, That I am slipping into an endless slumber, Nothing but darkness, the absence of amber. No thought will be needed, Nor memories inside, Nor all the mysteries that my body hides. By Roxanne Age 13 |
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