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A Billion Stories Book I: The Wreckage Part I: Demolition Look at the wave, I cannot breathe, A maple in the forest. A timer ticks infinitely, A globe that couldn't save its face. I gaze across the evergreens, Each had its own life story. They fell along the battlefront And lost their lives and glory. Each stump was bloodied  And was thrown, Into a broken honor. To watch the maple's swaying leaves, To ponder of its journey.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Demolition
A Billion Stories Book I: The Wreckage Part I: Demolition Look at the wave, I cannot breathe, A maple in the forest. A timer ticks infinitely, A globe that couldn't save its face. I gaze across the evergreens, Each had its own life story. They fell along the battlefront And lost their lives and glory. Each stump was bloodied  And was thrown, Into a broken honor. To watch the maple's swaying leaves, To ponder of its journey.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
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