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I Whispered as

The darkness called.

And it’s cries, echoed...... in the night.

I’m cold 

No rest, for me.

The rhythmic beating, of .....my heart.

Is stilled

There’s a, chill.....

Upon, my soul.

It’s a long time, since..... I felt, 

the wet sand, beneath ...,

bare feet.

Or a lovers subtle breath.

Upon 

My lips.

There’s a sadness in my eyes.

That’s killed, the spark.

Life, withers.......

For

Death, called out my name.

Giajl © Jim Love