DEEP IN THE MONTH OF MAY

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With a violent thud I fell to the ground,
Instantly was I surrounded by darkness,
I was rendered lifeless and cold,
Drawings upon my skin as on the artists canvas,
Speaketh of the tale of that day.
Deep deep in the month of May.
Ever since have I taken the stance of the mantis,
Preserved and alive at seventeen years old,
Filled am I with utmost happiness,
For my purpose on earth was not downed.

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