Simply dead...A Poem by Frieda P[ ? ]Can you still spy the sky when you die, do puffy clouds of acceptance get in the way... does eternal sleep lull us all to a state of abandon pure as the driven snow before blackness ensues, will god look you in eye and send his regrets... for such frivolity and volatility assaulted upon our lives... or is dead, just simply dead? This I'd like to know...
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StatsAuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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