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Sep 2011
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
This one is special because it reads both upwards AND downwards.
Written by
Billy Juergens
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