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Nov 2010
In flinty eyes rest shattered dreams,
Their jagged edges goudge at heaven's seams,
While whispers speak silently in riddles.
Oh!, cries the crow as night kindles
The fodder of midnight's hearth.
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RainingOnYourParade
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