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When I say stop.

You will not breath anymore.

A promise is a promise.

Haunting…. I know…..

No show will be aired today.

Just funeral arrangements.

A early morning wake.

As early morning breaks.

Hot heat surrounds me.

Taking me down town to be questioned.

It won’t work…

It never does…

I’m the mute…

The silent breath…

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