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through the crowds and dangers deep there sits a man of noble stock he plays his poker and nods around to other men much like him he earns much money but loses more his wealth clouds his judgement and soon he finds himself broke and hits the curb and wanders home he sits alone in the grey silence with many thoughts that swirl about and it comes to him then and he sits up and walks to his window and flies from above
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
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through the crowds and dangers deep there sits a man of noble stock he plays his poker and nods around to other men much like him he earns much money but loses more his wealth clouds his judgement and soon he finds himself broke and hits the curb and wanders home he sits alone in the grey silence with many thoughts that swirl about and it comes to him then and he sits up and walks to his window and flies from above
this is a little morbid but thats okay
dracomalfoy
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
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