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a table salt spilled next to the dead warrior, a young ****** stands frozen, over his limp body, a garrison marched into a vault stole every thing of any value, left only, drips of terror fallow cries whispers dry lips horror death, from the reeking remains of history, the teacher taught me, about Germanic victories, Viking tales, conquistadors. There, was where i remember, this.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
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a table salt spilled next to the dead warrior, a young ****** stands frozen, over his limp body, a garrison marched into a vault stole every thing of any value, left only, drips of terror fallow cries whispers dry lips horror death, from the reeking remains of history, the teacher taught me, about Germanic victories, Viking tales, conquistadors. There, was where i remember, this.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
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