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Submitted:Apr 6, 2007    Reads: 121    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Ive grown in ways that are unknown.

I can see it through the actions ive shown.

Up and down the stairs.

Making minor repairs.

My soul surges on.

If im not dead by dawn.

No good change.

Just in deadly range.

It might be over my head.

Nothing i havent already siad.

Now is goobye and farewell.

Stay alive to spread my tale.


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