Posted in Photography, Poetry


in his scheme
beautiful becomes tragic
nothing magical
about death. it happens.

lost a friend -two
neither desires a piece of me
or my mind
even my words have lost their soul…

good night. sweet death…

dreams to live again
in us
and him too
and “ever after” died by you.

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