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Jun 2010
On these Dark roads spent,
laughter seeps into the air.
Trees silhouette
an empty field.

Chimes of past illuminate
as the knifes point is ******
Deeper into the night,
Deeper into ourselves

It may be just a building
that dwells within
But what we found
and what we lost
will never fade into the Dark
Written by
Daniel august
553
     Austin Mosher and D Conors
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