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I sit,
I wait,
I contemplate,
a thousand ways to die.

I live,
the past,
that soon outlasts,
the tears I fail to cry.

And soon,
my breath,
gives way to death,
and no one wonders why.
Posted: 2005-11-05 18:19:53 UTC

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