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But see amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude:
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And over each quivering form
In human gore imbued.

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:) posted Feb 13th 2011, 6:23PM
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sinnoh S T A R L E T Says: (Feb 14th 2011, 4:14AM)
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hlo du u wan 2 pkman batl wit me????/2???
Steven Van Dam Says: (Feb 14th 2011, 3:40AM)
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Youve gotten pale
Rain Creet Says: (Nov 23rd 2010, 7:20AM)
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Hello!
Etzal Says: (Sep 22nd 2010, 5:21AM)
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They never said why...

But it was all gone in the dusk...
Saul Abandnato Says: (Sep 21st 2010, 12:58AM)
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ciao!
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