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The wind gently blows cooling ivory skin In it's breeze eddying souls stir Many eyes stare coldly at the starred sky above Footsteps echo silently moving among the fallen Cries of grief call between the hills
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Wake of the Valkyries
The wind gently blows cooling ivory skin In it's breeze eddying souls stir Many eyes stare coldly at the starred sky above Footsteps echo silently moving among the fallen Cries of grief call between the hills
james-jarrett
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
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