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Dec 2015
The pity of a thing so cold
A whistling wind flowing through its
Lifeless core
A howling scream no one hears
Speaking of life lost that never was
An emptiness that will never be filled
No one sees in the chest the rot
Of memory's once loved
Now turned poison
Withered and dark
Lifeless and cold
No one sees the heart
That is dead

The grave born heart
Ranger
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Ranger  In the Dark
(In the Dark)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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