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Laments of a dying Loyalist

Lux Solis Semper

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

1.18.27

So hour
Fly
By and let me forget
Just who I am
And what I yet
Am owed
By fate.
Such seems beyond
My reach
As so many times
I’ve merely brushed the wind.
What right have I
To rise?

---
Time to stop being distracted. Blarg.
I really need to start writing stuff with substance. Goddamned fluff
Posted by Loyalty at 6:09 PM

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