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Decay
It can be said that fate waits for no one
It is almost a certainty in fact
But darkness with its spring heels waits alone
In a recess seldom visited, we go there in shade
Curtained we go there and raise suspicion
We go when there is blood to sacrifice
We come back when there is left only bone
Like the needless prayers of a mother
We disappear in...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:15 am
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