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Heed
bow to the inverted
son of the deserted
heavy bares the cross
drudging seasons of loss
dimmer shadows than darkness casts
stain darker still for time is naught
till death becomes them
and those who do not
son of the deserted
heavy bares the cross
drudging seasons of loss
dimmer shadows than darkness casts
stain darker still for time is naught
till death becomes them
and those who do not
Published 7th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
8th Mar 2013 4:36pm
Whoa. This is sickkkkK!
8th Mar 2013 6:59pm
Anonymous
15th Mar 2013 6:03pm
Superbly done with dark ink!
15th Mar 2013 8:13pm
