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Feb 2019
The color of death,
is conceived as red
blinking consistently,
threateningly, and

Time slows to seconds
for there is a timer
to mark my death
white, rectangle strips
draw me to,
My last resting place
Written by
Jenna  18/F
     Mark Tilford and Wolf
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