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Nov 2017
An extinguished knight.
Adrift to the whims of the night.
Stirs restlessly.
When left to wander the corridors
of memories.
Torch them!
Render them to ash
Paint the world as you see fit
Very well then
Paint it black
Written by
Jamison Bell
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