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Aug 2016
Steel madness as you glaze and craft the bleak new moon.
Eyes cold into the darkness frozen to the engulfing bed.
Please whisper for the voices can be heard for miles .
All for one as the cold steel madness quenches our veins and sneaks away with our tearful soul
Written by
Yz Doo
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