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He stood there.
Hair blowing in the wind.
Where did you come from?
When will you leave.
Hanging over our heads like
a billowing cloud.
Come closer he says
But I can't
I mustn't
But I shall.
I always shall
It's dangerous
It always is.
His sunken eyes they taunt my heart.
For I am here
Flirting with Death.
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I found some poems, so these are going to be uploaded until I motivate myself.

Kisses
~Archer

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