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Jan 2014
Like a zombie I walk
All in a different direction
Lifting my bleeding feet...
A heavy walk
Heading to a ****** den
awful corpses and bones
which one do I belong to
My body was ripped
My skeleton unknown
My soul Hears the howls
from anywhere,
from nowhere,
should it blends
with other zombies
in the den...
Sharina Saad
Written by
Sharina Saad  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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