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Jun 2015
Through out the years of my deep slumber,
the flames, I once had, I could no longer remember
but now I am happy like a child in December
for a fool disturbed my chamber.

The waking life grows fast in my core.
Hands clenched as the burning will itches to soar.
Breathing in the scent of proclamation more.
I am back from the dead, feel my roar.
ArthurDKid
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   Day Wing and Corset
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