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“Sudden” by Walter W. Quinn III A dark spot has formed on my mind, My eyes dart around, trying to find The cause, the start of all that confuses My senses, an argument of refuses To believe what the others are feeling While one sense tingles, another is reeling. One eye sees with amazing clarity as The other rolls about and avoids its view. My nostrils aflare, scents anew float My brain seems at war with some of its own kind. My tongue swirls and swishes across my teeth The very nourishment that my mouth now sheaths From the rest of the body unknown, only The parts that are left seemingly lonely. My vision begins to dim, Red spots dance along the rim, Body gone cold, fingers askew, Skin turning the deepest blue, As the beverage of life flows Out of me, my life’s shows.
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