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Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Dare
Breathing out cold dread
As a dragon's winter fire
Blown from frosted lips
Tales telling disaster come regularly
From the last of a withering seed
So then let them wither chattering
But let us dare to hope
And let us be finally at peace
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