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Wednesday, March 2, 2005


The one that chose to die.
I grip my fingers,
round my heart,
and squeeze,
until the blood flows out.

I fall to the ground,
on my knees,
amungst the dark,
willow trees.

I hear birds singing,
im glad to say,
that i won't see,
another day.


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