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Jan 2016
As I lay here on my death bed,
A million things run through my head.
In my eyes I see all my dreams,
Blown away by death's cold breeze.
My time alive was sure a blast,
And I understand my time has passed.
I drift away into an eternal slumber,
As death's wings take me under.
Kaoz420
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Kaoz420  Bloomington,CA
(Bloomington,CA)   
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   Akatosh
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