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Oct 2016
Full of black,
Empty of soul.

High on lies,
Low on truth.

Crown of roses,
Bunch of thorns.

Tired by life,
Driven by death.

Burn with love,
Calm with hate.

Can't you see?
The evil in me.
Robert J Howard
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Robert J Howard
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   Gareth and BlueMoo
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