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FlameWarrior
Join Date: Feb 2008
Posts: 2,141
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The flow of life runs fast,
Runs torrid amidst the mist, Its streams the earth damask We squint through this dun glass, To swim a path in this, That happ’ly we be cast. But blind-birthed to a caste Our route doth madly twist, To make us Fortune’s ass. ‘Til aged arms, amassed Do grope to find the kiss That iron might be cast And with it stand at last With courage in the fist, To troubles guide us past Man’s foils may be surpassed, But the goal is truly missed Lest woman’s hand we grasp, And share our paths, and pass.
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