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The bullet whistled, And a number fell. I watched the life drain from him, His clammy features grey, And he reached a cold numbness. I can not fall to this fate. Born lifeless, the stars have no hold over me. I am invincible. I am gone.
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May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
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The bullet whistled, And a number fell. I watched the life drain from him, His clammy features grey, And he reached a cold numbness. I can not fall to this fate. Born lifeless, the stars have no hold over me. I am invincible. I am gone.
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May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
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