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my not so kool poems Death is like a dream you never know when it well come to life.
There's a knife on the table a dead person on the floor.
Well that person come to life? Well they suspect me?
Did I do that? Why am I scared I didn't.
i hear foot steps!
Not that loud but there foot steps.
There so soft.
They sound like horse foot steps.
CAN IT BE THE HORSE OF DEATH?
With the grand wepper?
Who knows.
I cant die I cant cry.
