liam-martin

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Friend of DeathThe clock struck twelve, and full of dread, / The morbid thoughts within his head / Screamed, “very soon I will be dead.”

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Sep 27, 2010

untitledTall, strong and silent I stand, / Holding my arms to the sky and in my hands / Million fingers hold tiny banners

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Sep 27, 2010

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