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Epick contridiction
written by Firequeen12:37 PM 12/6/04Darkness from whitch I was born,
not a shining unicorn,
Threads of Ice, burning striking,
towards my face, fighting.
Of this an emrald perfection,
perfection in it's reflection.
From whater and earth,
a pure one's birth.
Shining a star,
seen from afar.
Not me, not him
a faceless grin.
Emerged on this last of days,
true speaker of the westwind sais.
Thou whos name shalt never been recall,
from thus words it all shall fall. |
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