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by Stacey J Field

Created on: May 27, 2007

Can you feel the breeze?
Like a hand that touches the shoulder,
Like a dress silky and soft,
Like a child's touch,
Like the feel of getting older,
Cold it can't get much colder,
Then a blanket of peace,
You can lay at ease,
as the light ebbs away,
and darkness comes to play,
Such is the breath...
of death.

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