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Feb 2015
i once met someone at a diner by the name of, death.
he showed me many things that no other would see.
he took me by the hand and led me throughout his world.
he took my breathe away and said,
"you now need to rest"
i let the darkness overcome me and now i have created this mess.
death had his way with me
and that i won't ever forget.
falkor
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