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His eyes
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Poems on Death His eyes were once full of life,
Full of color,
Now dark and grey.
Not like him.
His body used to be here there and everywhere,
Couldn't get him to sit,
Now he lays lifeless.
Not like him.
His mouth used to move constantly,
Full of smiles,
Now quiet.
Not like him.
He is dead.
They killed him.
As I sit here clinging onto his lifeless cold body.
I feel his cold face.
I kiss his dead lips going purple.
I look into his eyes one last time before I close them.
I remember how he used to be.
Full of life.
Now...
Lifeless...
