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Jan 2016
Oh, Pale man who's name is death.
Come and kiss me, steal my breath.
Come and take me by the hand.
And lead me into your pale land.
Forever there to dwell.
With the souls of the ******.
Nathan Wilson
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Nathan Wilson  London
(London)   
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