The Dead Zone
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Complete Thu, Jun 16, 2016<5 mins
Hello readers,
Thank you for taking out your time and reading my poem.People are demon's these days. They all act like angel's but they are not.The moment you get to know them you realize that they aren't the angel's that you imagined them to be.Hope you all like it.I would really appreciate your feedback :)
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