On a wooden plank
A woman lies
She whose time is up with the mundane
The mundane over takes me here.
What makes the difference
Between one who lives and one who dies?
False messages are sent here in this house
No consistency No communication
Building destroying building destroying
Surrounded by people pulling me- anger then talk
anger spits out in pieces of sound at inopportune moments
Never to be addressed
Confusion reigns supreme
Clarity reigns supreme
On a wooden plank lies
A woman who has gone on…….
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