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Final Thump
It’s now another day, As the clock strikes four. No one has heard, My screams from before. The pain and anguish, The rage deep within, Pounding through my body, As my heart beats again. I call it my heart, But what good does it serve. It keeps on beating, Through a life that’s absurd. For if it were true, And it wished me the best, One final thump, As it jumped from my chest. Rick Stinson 9/2008 |
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Drummer...been reading your work...You are intense,,,Very nice stuff! thanks
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Good one
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