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I tend to ramble, rant,
reflect, refrain.
This time of night,
the dark draws in,
the cold comes down,
we sing and weep,
and how we dance.

I wish to wither,
whisper, wilt,
holding you in twilight,
the world falls about us,
all silks and subterfuge.
Do we drown in the flood?
Or rise towards new light?

We seem to struggle,
slip, succumb.
Seduced by what seems,
to be about us,
all encompassed,
all enthralling,
we bend knee,
reality's court cavorts.

We dance.
My love, we dance.
©2008-2009 ~ChronoMCC
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What is the march of fate but a timeless dance? What is love but the tune we move to?

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We just need to know one thing. Have you ever appeared in any pornos?!
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Why thank you :)

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As I stand shoulder to shoulder with my battle brothers, I am forced to wonder; Who can I trust? I am being asked to fight men who I once called comrade. I ask myself; what manner of ruin will befall us next?
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We just need to know one thing. Have you ever appeared in any pornos?!
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:) Glad you like it.

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As I stand shoulder to shoulder with my battle brothers, I am forced to wonder; Who can I trust? I am being asked to fight men who I once called comrade. I ask myself; what manner of ruin will befall us next?

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