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This poem is pretty deep.
Red rose petals falling
Mockingbirds calling
The fresh grass smells sweet
The orb a blazing heat
Sounds are still and far
Tree's standing stronger than a bar
A sudden pang in my head
My soulless body sudden dead
Green grass crimson blood
My face hits the mud
Red roses not red but black
I fall faster than a sack
My body lies next to my soul
And there I lie
My fathers feet behind my head
And his knife in my back.
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1 decennium geledendoesnt matter, found it.
1 decennium geledeni dont know, but i see summit wrong in my own poem, anyone know what it is?
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