I jump up and I can fly, suddenly, on the ground now
The hills speak, actually, they're singing a song for me
Then ringing, The vividness dies, Search memory, But little stays
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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