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The End

Oh hallow sky,
thy hast fall out,
breaking silence,
burning clouds,
and bullets rain drops.
Bleed me.
See my scars.
Those open wounds
cry in pain,
rain’s pouring salt.
Oh shallow breath.
Doest halt.
May my fall come,
on your way to get end. . . .tter

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