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Ghostly Quiet
It was ghostly
quiet, not a
living soul around.
No one to
hear my cries.
If I should
die not to
be found.
There was only
silence, I felt
so scared and alone.
To pass away
and it not
to be known.
I clasped my
cross tight in
my hand.
I praye...
Friday 19th April 2013 6:50 pm
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