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Its subtle green eye...

Its subtle green eye speaks words of death.

I'm not sure of It's shallow screams.

Will it **** me, or give second breath.

Its horrors seems to be of dreams,

however it is my sacrificial lamb,

it is my early morning hero

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michael-harper

American

Published: Feb 29, 2012
LinesWords: 642

Notes: The weirdest thoughts come to mind when I just stair at something for a while... this is a smoke detector.

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