"Someday I'll walk away and be free...I'll leave without a forwarding address and walk across some barren wilderness to drop the world there. Then wander free of care like an unemployed Atlas."
March 30, 2003
Death came softly that night
and spoke to me in its honey voice
of a thousand silent wind chimes
"I will give you peace
without a struggle,
Sleep without trouble,
In my arms you can lie,
Loved for eternity"
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