Death Had It All ArrangedA Poem by Frank F. Atanaciosadness, death,Disturbing looks, her killer dies, but there was sadness in her eyes, it was a sadness that went beyond present circumstances, they shared glances, from living to the dead, his image forever in her head, it was almost as if she was sad he died, she stood over the body, and actually cried, there was no pretense, they shared something strange, he was a killer, deranged, but death had it all arranged. © 2009 Frank F. Atanacio |
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1 Review Added on February 10, 2009 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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