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LIFE A black, shriveled tree. Falling pieces to the ground, Ash in the air, The stench of less. The breath of more. Dew in the air, Seeds in the dirt, A white root that grows. DEATH

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billy-juergens

American

Published: Sep 23, 2011
LinesWords: 1436

Notes: This one is special because it reads both upwards AND downwards.

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