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shadows

The shadows gather
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul
It slays me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the dead grass.
In pain I cry out, Why?!
while the end of life approaches.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon blind eyes
This is my death
Written by Blue_Rose11 (Blue Rose)
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