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Martyr

April 22, 2013
By Anonymous

A lucky friend I saw tonight;
He keenly winked at me,
His distant suit of dust alight
With morbid gravity.
He smiled, as a martyr does,
Aware of his demise.
His tail of needled brilliance was
Emblazoned in the skies.
He dutifully crossed my path;
I saw him disappear.
Oh, what a shame he met the wrath
That is the atmosphere.



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