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by Merdy Feb 3, 2012 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
When that shot rang out We both achieved what we wanted When that shot rang out... He was obliterated While I lay dying on a bed Laying on a bed, waiting for the soft touch of a woman The touch of fingers with a ring on them that would gently close my eyes He sought death by his own hands Once... In the past... But dying is not so simple It can become quite a feat We normally achieve it only once in a lifetime. He tried later in VA. 4-3-2011.
