Hacking away is how my friends playA Poem by Azarel Szabo
My ghostly friends
They hack my wrist I see you running Straight through the mist Running through me I swirl and twist Join my friends A shadowy fist © 2013 Azarel Szabo |
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Added on August 23, 2013 Last Updated on August 23, 2013 |
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