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Mar 2020
He wander alone into the brume
Little he knows about his own doom
He wandered alone under the moon
He walked blindly into the brume
He saw a sign
Of which he ignored
Wanting his bravery to be adorned
“Beware of the creatures that will fill you with fright”
But he walk alone into the night
Written by
Dillion Felder  122/My house I never leave
(122/My house I never leave)   
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