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Death number 1

I am jealous of death its resolute presence and confident action Its darkened cool and its infinite existence When I pass like whispered winds in forgotten winters death will sullenly play its monotone mandolin of time ...expecting no one to listen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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