Fruit Salad for the Soul: The Dark Voice

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Dark Voice

At first the skies were filled with golden beams, But a distant cry filled the air, Knowing the meaning of the sound I hear, The terror of darkness drawing near. At first I couldn’t see, That you have been waiting there for me, Like the weakling caught in a trap, You cornered me, Which made me snap.... Sign in to see full entry.

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