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My Death.
Unaware,
while the sun laylow in the mid-set
while sitting on the float of bank:
there was an Angel coming down-earth with a huge sickle,
Hooming down much faster like a shooting star,
He came down-earth to pick up a duty
to slight my throat,
and float my soul:
he is very huge,Dark,slim,And unknown
he is made of dark
I mean huge darkness of oranus,
He meet me sitting calmly,
while hopefully he Looked inwardly to my soul
he rubbed his hands on my fore- head,
And up he slight my throat,
Then my world becomes yesterday.
farooq Harris. D
while the sun laylow in the mid-set
while sitting on the float of bank:
there was an Angel coming down-earth with a huge sickle,
Hooming down much faster like a shooting star,
He came down-earth to pick up a duty
to slight my throat,
and float my soul:
he is very huge,Dark,slim,And unknown
he is made of dark
I mean huge darkness of oranus,
He meet me sitting calmly,
while hopefully he Looked inwardly to my soul
he rubbed his hands on my fore- head,
And up he slight my throat,
Then my world becomes yesterday.
farooq Harris. D
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