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Jun 2015
It was in you: you could not fight it,
you could not smother it, so it killed you.
It is in me too. Inherited through bloodline,
well - concealed behind the surface: so hollow,
so faded a smile..
It is. It stays... ******* monster,
It will never die.
Phoenixbird
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   Arcassin B
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