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Jun 2015
Echoing hills can tell your past
A dark and fortuitous time
Stars will craft their best
And skies will lark the eve
Tell you haven't wasted your honor
On a ghost of linder
Retching a few minutes
To spare hearts an attachment
Condem me of all my reapful sins
A pledge to you
On this golden scribe
My honor and service
So that I may avenge this death
*In all the annals of time
Ehhhh stuff
Β©Copywrite Lycan
Written by
LycanTheThrope  Chasing the Moon
(Chasing the Moon)   
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