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Nov 2017
Left out in the cold,
Frozen to death.
So shabby, yet so bold.

The sound of sword sheath.
Cutting through the atmosphere.
Cutting through my shed.

And they found me there.
Frozen and pathetic.
They brought me here.

So I can stop being sick.
And become a part
Of the new society's gimmick.
Vanidy
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Vanidy
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