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Maggi

United States

Spelt M-A-G-G-I. No E's necessary. Eighteen years of age. I favor poetry, fiction, history, different perspectives on matters of controversy, and food.

Deathbed

June 4, 2015

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As you lie there

Cold and dead,

An ache starts to form

Inside my head.

 

My guts begin

To twist and turn

And my tired eyes

Start to burn.

 

My throat is tight;

I cannot speak.

My limbs feel

So very weak.

 

As you lay there,

Still and cold,

I feel past my years

And so very old.

 

I lean down

And kiss your head

As you nap

On your deathbed.

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