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The Grinch of the Unholy Mile
Drowning...
I was drowning...
As I kept forcing in and out of the river...
The man in the black suit was holding me with mighty grip...
The man was not very simple...
He kept throwing me into the water...
The only thing heard was the splashes...
The mocking of the crow was my only company...
Only the crackle of dried leaves...
Only screams and dusty trees...
Left me being the only one to see...
As the man kept pushing me in...
The more and more I would condescend...
Every time my head would show...
His disgust with me was his only smile...
Was this the Grinch of the unholy mile?
I was the test of the new...
and still the rest is with the old...
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