May 12, 2017
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Left lone late at night
Wielding a blade in the shade of night
Snap, goes a skinny stick in the dark forest
Alarmed is he like a wispy owl
To this point, he was
For nothing was
There with him
For everyone had fell to the end
He feels an aching sensation which pains him
The lack of family or friends,
A watery stream lines the edges
Of his face

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