Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
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My path is not to be found, supposed by the pose, the rope to rose, what is my purr-pose - War by death, taken to the clouds, can anyone be so daft-war-craft - My entire life, mild by hot, death has been breathing down my neck - Without cheating a cheat, i am crafted by what has been kept, behind, the door i left open - I was swallowed, downward into the draft - Tomorrow will come, tomorrow will go - So will the summer, lazier to be late, as the snow -
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