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Feb 2015
There he stood,
At the top of mountain,
LaughingΒ Β at people beneath him,
His arms were flames,
And he waved with them,
Not looking at the damage he made,
Smiling at the world,
He was immortal and perfect in everyone's head,
But at the end when the darkness came,
He drowned,
What could he do?
The darkness shut him up.
Anna
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Anna  Europe
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