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Jan 14
my armor of life

is purely of light

I could hold her, before she bestows

eternity with beauty, merely by flight,

I've cast eyes on a curse,

i'm trembling unrehearsed,

this might be the beginning of the worst

spare me, call the hearse, tell them I'm not answering,

he might have truly succumbed to the words.
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dread
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