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A Poem by jon c**t

behind the black shdaow

of dreams

i hear music and i hear

screams

of others in the shadow

of life

those afraid to pick up

the knife

we know the answer is

death

but were afraid to take are

own breath

we cannot live and we cannot

die

life for us is one big

lie

so in the shadow we

remain

eventully we get used to the pain

© 2008 jon c**t


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jon c**t
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