The day I died
It was just like any other day. No one knew I was there.They talked over me and gave me that confused stare.I was lifted into the ground without any comfort without any sound.by-Marie Hardnett
The day I died
It was just like any other day. No one knew I was there.They talked over me and gave me that confused stare.I was lifted into the ground without any comfort without any sound.The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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How could he be in heaven when he killed me? | 2 | 03/28/2010 |
My mind is a blind slate. | 1 | 03/28/2010 |
The day they took me away. | 0 | 03/28/2010 |
Who am I out there? | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
The day I died | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
He was Just out of Jail | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
He didn't see me. | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
Mrs. Tar is dead | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
I see the Light. | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
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