Death

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    Death

    I lay here dieing.
    Waiting for someone to find me.
    I am sill alive, but just barely.
    "Hello, is anyone there?"
    Bleeding out onto the gravel beneath me.
    Things start to go dark.
    I quite breathing.
    A friendly, familiar voice,
    but the reaper has taken me far away by now.
    I AM DEAD.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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