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little toy soldiers sit on the edge of another day lost to the beetles and the hedge that lies between the far side and makes for the end of the world that i choose to know and the one that's just pretend i can sit here believing myself just to fend or perhaps make a quater for the part that won't end in me sent reeling towards malconent and the shadows down there where no light lives to bend
the highlights in life are where i can soldier towards meager means and the bits i left over towards the dark side but just not quite where the mere glimps of something becomes such a sight
4:50 AM
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