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PEACE
Her blue skin already grown cold
Blank eyes
staring out at eternity
seeing nothing.
She prayed daily in her youth
all in vain, her flesh gone
the way of all others now.
A gas oven Was her epitaph
when she could no longer take
what the world threw at her.
Weak, easy way out - old cliches
she'll never have to face
let her children bear the burden
of her sins, they'll know
soon enough.
Neighbors gossip - I always did have
my doubts, such a strange woman
odd that she didn't leave a letter.
Letters are for the living
it is for them to fight their Own hells.
Gary W. Harner
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