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Mar 2017
Rain of dawn, came home.

Whence the shackles, we're decode.


Of night, twlight and hold.

Rain of dawn, came home.


King's of the night stables full of no pain.

Drizzle fog and fray, the moon lit light day.

Storm sea born rage.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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