December 11, 2008
The Leaves dry up
and they wither towards the core.
The sun hits you grossly
and you sweat down to the pores.
The city is wild, so noisy too
and people scream with such gore.
The world is coming to an end
and bodies seem to be falling to soon.
The underworld awaits for death to send
and gnaw at you with their own doom.

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