Memory

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By Invisible Poet

I am no more than a scapegoat for his wretched thoughts he wishes to choke the life from my throat for my demise he has many plots he should know that with my death he wont impress you with his guile and to my dying breath i will greet him with a smile i would ask him to say hello to you for me when i am no more i would watch him flounder and slow he is stuck, he has closed his last door of his victory he will yell and sing and even as a memory i will know he has accomplished nothing you will always be more alike to me

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December 3, 2009 14:51Convalescence

I'm almost in that situation.