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Okay, I'm keeping my name withheld, but friends over this internet forum poem thing may call me Fire Breather or just Fire. |
Inside of every person
Is something you can't see...
The way life moves
You never expect...
Dearest Grandma
Your death hits me sharp...
Wings that vary any way
Are on a creature that cannot stay...
Inside of every person
Is something you can't see...
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In all of your life, you will never, ever come across anything more tempting then that big, red button that says in clear, white letters "DO NOT PRESS" |