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The Deathbed


Hear the

Whisper

Of the

Last breath.

Feel the

Clammy,

Pale hands

of Death.

Taste the

Chilled air

Frozen

With tears.

Smell the

Rotting,

Foul stench

of flesh.

Look at

What's left:

Someone

Unknown

Who died

Alone.

 

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Sarai J. Ramnani

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