To die.
When someone we love dies.A piece of us die with them.
When a stranger dies.
No one cares.
When a child dies.
The angels cry.
When you die.
Who will be crying?
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-29 at 17:08
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