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Rumbles of           Thunder Light the candles of my mind safely shielded from the           Winds of conflagration Fire has never been my friend There are           Ashes on my forehead from the rubble at my feet Mainsails billow in my consciousness as a crimson mistral sets my boat Out to sea to search for the                     Giant Drum That lightning plays upon when dybbuks from the ocean deeps                    Rise Up To sink my craft and all aboard in                       Flaming Parodies Of a movie Viking funeral         *ljm*
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
ECHOS OF SILENCE
Rumbles of           Thunder Light the candles of my mind safely shielded from the           Winds of conflagration Fire has never been my friend There are           Ashes on my forehead from the rubble at my feet Mainsails billow in my consciousness as a crimson mistral sets my boat Out to sea to search for the                     Giant Drum That lightning plays upon when dybbuks from the ocean deeps                    Rise Up To sink my craft and all aboard in                       Flaming Parodies Of a movie Viking funeral         *ljm*
Not quite sure where this ramble came from.  Or am I?
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
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