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Floating on the wind, Staring at the void, I carry the null of my sum, As I come falling, slowly down. The rage that claws in my soul, Surrenders itself to fright, Yielding a pugnacious grudge, That spills into the night.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
The Last Descent
Floating on the wind, Staring at the void, I carry the null of my sum, As I come falling, slowly down. The rage that claws in my soul, Surrenders itself to fright, Yielding a pugnacious grudge, That spills into the night.
jonathan-sterry
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
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