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Jul 2018
It was kindness
that wore the heart
Only to leave it resembling
a tombstone swathed in ice
A certain kind of profound weariness
That made the blood that flowed within, congeal
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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         Timothy, ryn, Emeka Mokeme, Jules, Myrrdin and 2 others
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