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In the End

Posted by Creating Class 2005 | Posted on Thursday, November 06, 2008 | Posted in

When I was laying beside my rose.
He came to me with all the sharp sightly.
I ran to mars, saturn, nearly pluto.
But, He hold me fast and slowly.

The two of his wings are complicated.
The right is woman, the left is snake.
pity, the lamp was turned off by him.

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Superman met kryptonite; powerless, helpless, finally dying.