He laid there, cold and unbreathing with eyes wide open and empty.
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Poesia"With a pen in hand I am nothing but kind I write this rhyme just to waste time." - Me By: AA-MO
His death (Version 2)
He laid there, cold and unbreathing with eyes wide open and empty.
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