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Apr 2014
Blade meets skin, Blade is drowned in blood
Wielder looks at blade, tears running down the face of the wielder of the blade
Wielder looks up at the ceiling "I'm leaving, I'm leaving" she says.

Keep writing that stuff and surely...

Blade will win.
Devon John Farkas
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