The FatigueA Poem by Alfred Kukitzenlarged hearts tend to sleepThe Fatigue It's a 9 B.C. wake up I'm feeling the 9 The B.C. comes later You slip into Before While Christ wraps around your huge heart. Sleep child sleep You've gone to war It's now time to rest. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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