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No Rage
My poetic soul dreams to go
quietly and consciously;
but annulation haunts me
In my mind I believe
I have found bedrock;
but the fear lingers on.
When the last breath is near
will I die in my fashion,
will I gently let go;
shall there be faith to hold,
when it is time to return
that first breath taken?
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Candlewitch
Sun, 2020-09-06 14:13
hello tyro,
this is so beautifully dignified! I agree with Teddy's comment.
always, Cat
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Gracy
Tue, 2020-09-08 10:53
Hello tyro, beautiful written
Hello tyro, beautiful written lamment and questionning. We have no answers to those questions, except to hope we go peacefully in our sleep.
I think the title, content and spacing are fine. No nits, best, Gracy
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