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His mind was a mess.
The future uncertain
The end always near.
Like pebbles in a murky stream
He had lost all sight.
The time draws near
It fills him with fear.
Once artistic and much to share
Now his mind is blank due to what is next.
Is it his time
Do the gods call for him now?
He will fight for all he is worth
But this may be his last write.

Patrick
7/31/08
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POSSIBLE LAST WRITE
Date: Friday, 1st August 2008 @ 01:48:55 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: conorshawn
His thoughts were clouded
His mind was a mess.
The future uncertain
The end always near.
Like pebbles in a murky stream
He had lost all sight.
The time draws near
It fills him with fear.
Once artistic and much to share
Now his mind is blank due to what is next.
Is it his time
Do the gods call for him now?
He will fight for all he is worth
But this may be his last write.

Patrick
7/31/08


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