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Falling
Shriveled and Dying
Covered in Red
I quiver slightly 
While I fall towards the ground
Which is also covered in red
Red and Brown
From my fallen comrades
The Sickening crunch
As I feel feet trod on me
I lay immobile on the Earth
Except in the cool wind
I flutter in a sudden breath of winter air
The world around me dies
Fall is dead.
Posted: 2007-09-27 01:52:30 UTC

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