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Death Iii

Death Iii Three o'clock at noon when the sun pierces the water. The gaze of the tree adjust the mood of the atmospehre. He's arriving with a loving notion to take away his tributes. He comes around yet still in his abode. Finally he comes with his throng,to apprehend his friend's debt. He's knocking on his friends door,pulling the locks off their pouch. He goes in cowardly taking the debt off his friend bravely. He's death, he his escaping with the debt- the breath of his friend. c.2017

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