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Through the Window
Through the window death with his greedy hands gathers everyone as fast as he can,
from the streets, from the shops, from nightclubs, from their homes.
His hunger is endless.
Death is falling from the skies and running through the streets.
It devours everything innocent.
Yet here I am looking through a window, knowing I should turn away, for I know I will not open my door today.
© katiewrites
from the streets, from the shops, from nightclubs, from their homes.
His hunger is endless.
Death is falling from the skies and running through the streets.
It devours everything innocent.
Yet here I am looking through a window, knowing I should turn away, for I know I will not open my door today.
© katiewrites
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