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Feb 2020
He appeared in the dead of night,
A specter emanating the deathly ice
And he stole out from all entities, a light.
Now the world was dark and cold, a paid price.
The ebon fauna was forever a blight,
Now the night had come, and death to its right.
Just read The Masque of The Red Death. That’s where my inspiration lies.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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