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Written by Zenine Roberts
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Thursday, 13 March 2008 |
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As a cold hand touches his shoulder
the hand felt colder and colder
while he recalls great memories
the hand turns his body to a freeze
his life will soon fade away
the man behind him opens a doorway
where he will step into the end
as he were here to be godsend
there will be no one to help him
life was becoming very dim
this one wont be remembered
as if he was never murdered
he will now move on
now this very man is gone.
~fin~
Copyright 2008 Zenine Roberts
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