Death Moved

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Death moved too fast.
Time stood frozen.
Your last breath was quick.
Pointed.
Raspy.
I drove the knife deeper.
Into the heart of your being.
Taking back the life you took from me.

writer ★ creator ★ believer in the Universe

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