00:55A Poem by IndaNeed help with this one, not certain of it's flow.00:55
Fifty five seconds and Death reckons I’ll die. -Fifty four seconds to ask him why? Why not let me go, can’t I be the exception? “Forty five seconds.” says Death. Mary smiles and I nearly forget that I’ll be gone in thirty five seconds now. Not enough time to tell her I could have done better And how much I love her-“I know.” She says, “Just rest”. -Time’s up; I draw one last breath. © 2013 IndaFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on September 6, 2013 Last Updated on September 6, 2013 AuthorIndamiami, FLAboutI love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..Writing
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