Number Four
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Ten floors. One breath. Hello, world. Nine weeks in bed. "Why our girl?" Eight lies through eyes hugging skies. Seven flames. Good-bye. Six flames. Good-bye. Five mouths irate. This is fate. Four friends scream hate. "Sorry" is late. Three piles point miles. Go with style. Two flames. Good-bye. One change. Good-bye. Hollywood, look what you've done. When dead to man, She made wings with the palms of her hands.

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