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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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The heaviest stone is losing the fight to stay alive, to breathe that final breath, knowing curtains of darkness will soon drape across eyes that no longer blink, isolated, immune to the mercy of love. After life's bridge has been burned, collapsed, and sunk beneath the undertow, into the empty abyss, solemn final rites are reverently surrendered, in witness of the disbound. A lifeless carcass of once vibrant flesh will be cast down, into a dark silent grave, a macabre world, where hungry roots search to devour the fruit of the dead. (34 Lines)
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