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...written in a stream of consciousness ===--- At night you can hear the children sing as they're hearts slowly beat and the peaceful streams of blood flow along their natural curves and accentuating them. Look into their eyes as the light of their life slowly fades and the darkness of death takes over instilling in them the sweet temporality of being. As they breathe their last breath a smile shall be willed onto their faces and that smile as sweet as they sang in their life shall be remembered... always... Blessed be JB |