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Jun 2016
On a day as pretty as a lilac,
I saw a man dressed all in black.
And the clothes seemed to be whispering
Like many souls in suffering.
And then, just like that, the sky turned dark
And I felt a little faint of heart.
And I smelled a very odd smell
Which I realized was the stench of death.
Written by
Laura Piker
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   shaffu shafiq
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