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| A Whisper of Life by © chibilunacat Do you want to know the secrets Of a poet in her bed? Then reach down and take the brain From her pailing head. Kiss her lips, take a thought; Think of the laughter it once brought. Laughing and crying a time or two, This person was once thought- To have a loose screw. Now the only thought that shall remain Was how she was left behind Time and time again. Lying there dead, A whisper to you, Always forgotten,now her life is through. Terra Mae 10/2/95 |