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Nov 2014
Dark were your
yesteryears, so
some corners of your warm
heart stay tainted still

I want to
rip the
black from your inner-
most

no matter how you

might bleed, curl it up
and throw it into the

abyss where the remains
of other pain-dragons slain

remain.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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