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Wednesday, March 15

Contagious

Run, Run, run
from my brand new death
there is no escaping
the virulent Breath
but keep on running
futility unseen
the Breath lurks and follows
It’s hunting is keen
So run some more
leave nothing behind
prolong the inevitable
for the Breath always finds
it’s prey
and break Your mind
While I sit unaltered
watching Demise

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