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Jul 2014
Solitude grasps my soul, it molds into towers.
Residing in pillows of silk.
Wading in the likes of my gracefulness.
                     I am alone...
Within these walls of solitary confinement, I feel no light, I see no sound.
I'm but a relic, long ago forgotten, perhaps...
                      Left behind?
DaRk IcE
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DaRk IcE
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     Sibyl, Laura El-Alam, DaRk IcE and Pax
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