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There was
a poem
here.
It's gone now.
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With but a ph(r)ase,
You take f(l)ight.
Merely a g(r)aze;
"A king is he that can hold his own or else his title is vain." -Maedhros
S(l)it and watch The blood flow. S(l)ip the poison From my throat. S(t)eep my life Through your lips. S(t)eal my fate With a kiss. (F)ill my grave With wilted roses.
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