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Mortician

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By Mark lewis [bitwima]Published 5 years ago 1 min read
Mortician
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A whisper, a rattle, is it final? I don't know your guess is as good as mine. You see, these bodies here just pile up over time.

We've lost or given up. I'm not sure it does seem that lately, death has been standing at everyone's door.

Do you answer or just let it be.

I think for me, I'll just wait and see that perhaps in time, this plague has changed everyone's mind.

The world is different now, and somehow, we must carry on and not wind up a foregone conclusion. Oh! I'm sorry, it just seems that with all the long hours, this is just an illusion of delusion

sad poetry

About the Creator

Mark lewis [bitwima]

I'm a published indie author from New Jersey who loves to read and write. I have a children's book called new friend found that was published in 2013 available in physical and ebook format find me on Twitter @bitwima

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