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Fallen Feather
Ink blots forgot
The feather falls
In overawe
Marrow of bone,
Doth dry alone
Jaded blade
Weathered raw
Blood, sweat and tears
For all the years
Never to unsee what I saw
Sacrifical lamb I am
Shackled hands
Still standing man
Acid rain
Courses my veins
Glacier heart
Razor sharp
Soak my soul
In torrid sins
Low & behold
The Reeper grins
All when the feather falls



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