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11/19/18
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He gasped for air
Choked for suffocation
Oxygen abandoned
Him covered and held
In the cold arms of Death
One who clasped the victim
Tighter and tighter
Until he knew he would not breathe.
Lips tinged blue
As if kissed by an Ice Maiden
He lay down
And watched walls enclose him
Almost like a coffin
A coffin six feet underground
He did not fight
Nor claw his way out
He just let himself be hugged and kissed
Until his spirit left in bliss.
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Neon
Rastgele(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
