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Jan 2014
Oh knight of nights.
While u rested on shuttered lids, a battle ensued.
No weapons have I but my quill of imagination.
Friend or foe, dream or was it your steed?
"twill not survive d warmth of sunshine.
Is this d voice from the guts of the fortress just calling out "be aware"!
Written by
Cerebral Fallacy  Chennai, India
(Chennai, India)   
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