Friday, April 27, 2012

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Golden was the savannah, the sun burning on my face.
As a boy on a mountain I gazed upon the desert and the sun planted destiny in my veins.
Shooting through time like a star in the icy sky
the frost burned my finger tips as my world became engulfed by giant spiders in giant webs.
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