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bshuffett

Published: May 29, 2010

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Let me burn
beneath your
morning sun,
as I turn to
ice amidst
your cold
Winter's glare.

-Brian Shuffett
May 29th, 2010

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Igdra

Jul 13, 2010

Woah, this got quite a bit of attention. Very nice

Though for some reason I think it might've been better without the "cold".

Wonderful, though!

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