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It started out well, it was fine it was good, but the time ticked by and eventually I realized the difference, it wasn't as it should have it all started...I blame it all on them From the start to the end The sound was heard even far from deep within the precious soul That withered flower now placed in the light to show all its dreadful colors There wasn't much to behold except the many spots us humans call burns Though perhaps the best way to describe it would be the very darkest of space It's beauty to the eye was gone but all hope wasn't lost there was still the other senses Again, I blame the swords that flew and the swordsman who wielded them for the site now on the ground.

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Date: 3/23/2019 9:16:00 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup, Cammil. You have a uniqueness, and unique is always welcome here! Nice one.
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