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::Hail::
Exploits unknown - Thieving from hearts, To trinkets pure gold. Hail to the night, Shrouding in dark Coveting theft Her silence to mark. Hail to the moon- Starlit on sky, Smiles upon theft, Laughs at the lie. Hail to the thief, Swift as a wing - Progress unknown, Soon to be king. - Self written, 1:30pm, 10/10/04. spoken. at 1:31 PM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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