11-04-2009, 06:03 AM
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Lost InSight
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Cry
ing under the cold moon a heart rose broke black, dark eyes bleed red, squeezing on thorns.
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Sredni Vashtar went forth, His thoughts were red thoughts and his teeth were white. His enemies called for peace, but he brought them death. Sredni Vashtar the Beautiful. Saki, 'Shredni Vastar' |
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