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Down Down and Little
Down I stared up the
Flocks of birds
For a second
Roaring loudly with horns
Losing all the senses
For that moment
Crumbled with pain and
New hues on Hair
A veil of darkness closing my eyes
Vanished rest of my moans
Dark unveiled the sight of
Puppies moaning for mommy's milk