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****** ******

You rely on your ******  

He must fly, high

In the grey skies, save you—in

Chances at making it

Past rock bottom.

 

Your ******  

A survivor

A man brok—in

From time

Your ******

 

The man you must survive,

His emotions, your demise

Your ******

Weak in his will

Bent like hands of time.

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Written by
blakops
Published
Feb 16, 2012
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