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Dark Death


On a planet, not of earth.

A dark cold planet, not of home.

A planet, Home of no one.

A planet were no one lives.. But a house stands.

A door that opens, a new door of life.. Or death.

Life or not, You enter,

A living room shows, but no one is living..

You are the only alive on this planet, in this house.

You hear a noise and run up to were it was lost.

You see yourself and relize.. This planet was were you died.

Death or not.. You run….

 
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