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The birds flew by,
As he died inside,
The air blew,
while his soul faded.
With no purpose of life,
Twenty stories high,
He decided to die.
- by The_Last_Spartan77 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/18/2010 |
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- Title: Twenty Stories High
- Artist: The_Last_Spartan77
- Description: One of my shortest poems ever. Please give your honest opinion.
- Date: 10/18/2010
- Tags: twenty stories high
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