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Removed the Silver Ring (04/12/2015)

here, the iron sits
a spear rests betwixt my bones.
led this way and that, by cooling, ruling whims;
the treelimbs creak as the wind moans.

'Do not run, you cannot hide

nary be,
fretful of this phase of red
fitting pieces,
spectures, geists tailing
upon the broodsome foot of your bed. 
peace has come to take you.'

aye, and by the golden-eyed piercing gaze
freezing my knowing fa...

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