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I felt it leave that night, The deep whisper inside the blight. A tyrant voice with a song of reason. hardy, bruised, and fiercely seasoned. It left in the icy winter wind, taking the last good thing a good man defends. The last good thing that makes a man, now a hollowed creature with an act to pretend.
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
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I felt it leave that night, The deep whisper inside the blight. A tyrant voice with a song of reason. hardy, bruised, and fiercely seasoned. It left in the icy winter wind, taking the last good thing a good man defends. The last good thing that makes a man, now a hollowed creature with an act to pretend.
frantzsaintil
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
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