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A blade of fire,
Cuts like ice.
The nightly crier,
has payed the price.
A deathly grip,
Gives strength to live.
The nightly weeping,
Will pause to give.
Those around the peace that be,
If they fulfil their destiny.
Just jumped into my head and so I wrote it down.... in a way it doesn't even make sense but... *shrugs* dunno, let me know if you think it could turn into something.
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