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the last conversation

The Last Conversation.

Lying on the bed ,i was, 

Realising you were the death ,i was,

shocked in fear, i was,

regretting my sins ,i was,

Knowing i had not much time left, i was,

Asking for few more moments ,i was,

No answering to my request,she was,

You lived your days telling me ,she was,

Just a bit more time asking ,i was

No,answering me again, she was,

This is your doom and and this and the way it is for all'l, telling me she was,

I have come to take you, making me understand she was,

Lost in the fears of being no more,i was,

I wont be able to exist anymore,realising ,i was,

Thinking i would if i could change everything i was,

Shivering with fears,i was,

So confused and chaotic feeling ,i was,

Just before i understood and could change everything,i had become was.

 


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