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Originally Posted by strobe
Write to this picture for September. Image created by Sean Briggs
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the air was thick and the fog was ample
during my swim across slavery lake i was trampled
the sky was dark and the sight was blinding
and only the hope of seeing the sunlight shining
kept me fighting
until i got tired and pressures was too strong to bare
but still i died fighting with my sword in the air
then me and my trusted steed walk away from death
...and to my grave