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Dec 2015
The forge of Avalon screams.
Spearing the depths of a dying king.
For legacy and blood have been discarded
upon battle fields of ash and dreams.
The forge of Avalon is howling.
Crafting the final crown,
With a Blood diamond for each loved one in the ground.
Willdaberry Blue
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Willdaberry Blue
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   jeacole
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