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The Art of feeling the slowing heart,dying,
a body lay helpless,growing cold, left alone, crying.
A weakened hand so febble, that trembles,that shake's....
Stretches out into yonder,yerning another breath to take....
A cold mist of rain, slowly covers it's skin,
while it lay there quivering, as the dampness sinks in..
Excepting the darkness, lifes final breath thats craved
For knowone's there to morn it's slipping away.
as written: Bella Dharq
