Acquaintance Murderer

The laughter ripped through the silence of the morning, another day was beginning for myself, but had already begun for the men in front of me. I joined in with the friendly banter, more cheer filled the crisp morning air.


O Death – Poetry

O Death, I can feel you close to me, I know you are near, I can feel the hairs on my neck stand if only I had a deeper vision you would be who I see.

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