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April 22, 2009

The poor man leaked life, as the chode was thrust upon his chest,
Shadows skipped and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a your mom, as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like yapes.

--- easypoem ---

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