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May 2014
At dooms door,
tears galore.
Not tears of sadness,
but tears of fear,
fear of what lies behind the door.
Furthermore, my soul is sore,
sore from war,
war with myself.
Oh but why?
i need not know,
all i need know is that lies lie within a lie,
it was all a lie.
Truly.
The Minds conviction, the Hearts metamorphosis
WARM WINTER
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WARM WINTER  Soulflame Ⓒ
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