• MY POEM////
    Day by bay, night by knight, counting all these wills and mights that make me fight, until the day is not right, and the one thing i don't like, is people who claim to see the silver light that comes between ones' sight threw the will of a wright to have ones' dream smashed into a million little lights that glisten down on ones' side when he cries to the lords, a little light sounds bright.
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