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Each whistle, each note could be heard closing in on you as you could hear the creaks of the Mad Man smile. You could hear his raspy laugh, it was as sinister as he was, for he was now Death. Death, in which took life as brutally as his so called "composed" mind. He had gone mad for after so long of being alone.
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الشعر(UPDATE) this book/series will be discontinued! I hope you enjoy what poems I posted and I also hope you get some comfort from them! If you think some of them are bad then please do tell what I need to work on. <3 2021: #8 - ventpoems [Disclaimer:...
