10 March 2006

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sprawled across the bed,
her skin so cold, eyes staring,
no pulse to be found

the smell of sausage
frying in the morning for
breakfast at her house

independence lost
by she who was always free:
free again, at last

Quoth Qalmlea at 16:13

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