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Jul 2015
In the mist of night, thoughts create plays straying from sleep
Rehearsing like broken records which can only be stopped physically
Enduring the well known battle that ceases to surrender
Although faint and weary, you fight
Conjuring strength from hero's past, shedding life blood on your blade, innocent or guilty
Nearing light proves progress that can't be reached, but only in a dream...
DaRk IcE
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DaRk IcE
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