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May 2017
Let me spread my wings one more time, take me to my time when i roamed with the gods. my youth wasted in all its splender of my rebellious ways...yes i hear your wisper in this howlling cold wind as i spread my wings for the last time....im ready to come home !
Mark the poet
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Mark the poet  Halingen
(Halingen)   
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   Lior Gavra
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