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quench me.

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Aravelle
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On my thousandth winter's twilight
knights on white horses parade past me,
blind to the velvet beneath a tattered blanket.
I forsake the lyrics to my favorite song,
but I listen to the strumming of jesters.
I remain cold and hard, but secretly I weep.
Deep within me, I crave the common drug
but know not where to find it.
I don't like it much, but maybe someone else will appreciate it. It didn't turn out as I expected.

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rottinghalo
blindly giving..with none to grab your hand.
Unfinishedly brilliant--
need more..;-)