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Mar 2020
He wander alone into the brume
Little he knows about his own doom
He wandered alone under the moon
He walked blindly into the brume
He saw a sign
Of which he ignored
Wanting his bravery to be adorned
β€œBeware of the creatures that will fill you with fright”
But he walk alone into the night
Written by
Dillion Felder  122/My house I never leave
(122/My house I never leave)   
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