Death Becomes Us (standard:poetry, 183 words)
Author: Lori	Added: Jun 07 2009	Views/Reads: 2531/1722	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A song I wrote with my son.

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I will have more. 

Start reading the covers 

inside the bookstore. 

I'm washing my hands, 

freeing my soul, 

to climb out of these badlands 

and retake control. 

~ 

Chorus 2: 

Love isn't my sickness. 

I'm now cold as ice. 

Leaving the tortoise 

to become something new. 

I will be victorious. 

Death becomes us. 

© May 7, 2009 by Lori


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