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Found Poetry 728


barefaced on the battlefield
you see blood on the grass as you reel
your world is a spinning wheel
for a split second this is what you feel
your world is ending here
this decision cannot be healed
the shot looked like pearls

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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