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Leaves of brown, bringing Me down.
The windows of thor rattling My door.
Why do i hide? from Those so dear?
Winter had come,
it's perfectly clear.

I sit by My window weeping inside.
Knowing that something precious has died.
I reach out My mind for a reassuring touch.
Knowing that even that is asking a bit to much.

Oh my god, how could this be?
I don't know whats happening to Me.
I just lay in my bed,
pretend that I'm dead.
And hope I become Anew.
Oh, yes My friend...
That is what i will do.

by:stomp stompthenation2112 aka elvis

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