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Aug 2012
Here they say I die alone,
left forgotten on my throne.
Deaf to my world
Heart grown cold.
Oh here they say I die alone.

All again, my body's pulse,
Alfred please, don't be repulsed.
Coughing blood, forgetting you,
Flaying hearts, dropping parts.
oh the old crap I dig out of my laptop...how you amuse me
SMP
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