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September 3, 2015

The poor Man leaked life, as the gun was thrust upon his chest,
Shadows gloomed and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a falcons , as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like yapes.

--- easypoem ---

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