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Jun 2016
Do not disturb the sleepers,
let be the dreams they make.
Surfing in the slumber
is like trying to catch a wake.

The nightcrawlers will **** their brains
until there is no more to be had.
The defenders stand by;
tall, strong, armor clad.

Soon they engage in battle,
a spectacle for space and time.
To the victor go the spoils,
and untainted mind.
Mysidian Bard
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Mysidian Bard  32/M/Mysidia
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