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Post by herzinth on Jun 3, 2013 23:05:55 GMT -5
A circlet of the finest thread Upon an undeserving head For the first to the prize Can make truth of any lies
A sunset of the shouting fae Reflections of the end of days Glasses and mirrors build our halls Let the stone now answer the call
Crystals fall and form a tower The magpie watches and desires In it's eye a burns glitter-fire Greed and hunger are it's ire
The North comes with it's claim To strip the tower is it's aim The magpie screams in it's despair It's treasure taken by the air
Only onwards, ever onwards it goes Defying the thrones early death throes The circlet lies in golden rot As the broken hall is overwrought
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Post by Gatamigo on Jun 4, 2013 0:03:39 GMT -5
potato
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Post by herzinth on Jun 4, 2013 0:06:11 GMT -5
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Post by Nepetastuck on Jun 4, 2013 0:08:21 GMT -5
do you hear that? its the sound of me weeping gently in the corner pondering where i went wrong in life
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Post by Gatamigo on Jun 4, 2013 0:10:51 GMT -5
RIght around here, I'd imagine.
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