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Poetry By: K Lag
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Sadly.


Submitted:Oct 17, 2008    Reads: 124    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


Fictional days swept past an old maid... Their blue coat deemed them a poor pair... Their garments shredded, their waves tied past a knot... A redemption of their former selves showed past a third rioter. The third rioter was the God of creation. His stance, almighty yet unseen. Although 3 performers contracted their values... They always became sinners to the town.




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