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Laments of a dying Loyalist

Lux Solis Semper

Friday, June 26, 2009

Thunderstorms

Palms up. An offering. An appeasing. And the man died alone. Fists up. A quarrel. And the man died alone. Head back. A chuckle. And the man died alone. "I see my breath." "You lack the capabilities to see." And they both died alone.

- Morgan B. M.
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