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The Doorbell
The rumble of spinning steel
reverberates in this shell
starlit and cold
drowning in the afternoon dew
sorrowful
sleet;
when the doorbell calls
all sunsets fall to ash;
who is this sorrowful cry?
why don't we let it die?
Hey the real reason I made this page is because of school. We have this
web based editing class. And I figured this is also I great way for people to get to know me better as a person. That's scary
huh?
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