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Feb 2013
...Once a bringer of truth
elder fire that lights the world
a blanket in the cold
a quench in every thirst
The cawing was never a fear
and storms were always a sunshine
Honor was everything
solid as a contented rock
but those were the days...
And all that remains
shattered glass
remnants of yesterday
And unlike those raindrops
when they fall
they flood
and become
whole again...
Mek
Dec08
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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   Jessica M and Weeping willow
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