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By Alphonse DiMino Submitted by ardimino Date: 2005 Mar 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.04.17.01.6782]] |
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How could I have known, how could I have wondered? the demons fought back from an angel less blundered. Retreat from the pits of this tired mans soul, she beakons her sword for another firery blow. Escaped from the sand, entrenched in the mire, reached for the hand of one loves admire. |