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Apr 2015
I wish I'd fought
Fought for the fort of love

You were my heroine
My heroine made from pure ******

Then you lead me to a maze
A maze made from pure maize

And when you left me I wore my greave
But the greave didn't stop my greaving
Thought I'd have a go :3
The Black Beast
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The Black Beast  Hertfordshire
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