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Writing in the night
Each line I write,
A flicker of light,
In the dark night,
That fell on me,
As I fell apart,
Melting on papers,
Each letter a cry for help,
My ink shone bright red,
And what's even sadder is that,
All that I wrote, I wrote for illiterates,
All that I bled, I bled for the dead.
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