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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1433794

Just a poem I wrote in homeroom

It's not your fault,
As the stems of the leaves fall,
Their veins clean the air,
And it gets colder.

The eyes are bleeding,
Their so tired today,
They soak in water,
To keep themselves,
From blinking.

The roses die,
And the leaves are okay once more.
It's not your fault,
As the stems of the leaves,
Fall.
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