Pages of Yesterday

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Friday, 29 June 2012

Fading time

Struggles for breathe
heart pumps
blood makes its way around
not enough
pressure builds slowly
life seeps
from his eyes
glazed over
losing time
life lost
too young
in a shell
that screams for more
that will never come

Posted by MRVavala at 9:10 pm
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