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Feb 2015
Swords swing with words, you feel it in the breeze. Penetrate your armor make you buckle at the knees. My heart was yours to please, you let it die with ease. Sword swung with words, i felt it in the breeze.

My days have gotten brighter, My skin has gotten stronger, My back has gotten lighter. My eyes have gotten wider. I see you over yonder, i want you by my side but the eyes never met on your heart and your mind.
Mark The Vagabond
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