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Ash Visitation
markfelician

Feet caressed the prairie,
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slowly unearthing the mud.
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Going towards a throng,
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of black suits and umbrellas.
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Red eyes and cautious lashes,
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partly concealed by the bark.
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Not to impede truth,
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but to prolong the silence...
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Agonizing faces,
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familiar faces.
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"to scream is futile
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for death has no sound."
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5 Jun 08

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death has no sound

nice ending. thanks for sharing!
 — steveroggenb

Thank you :)
 — markfelician

very nice.
: )
 — fractalcore

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