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Nov 24, 2001 16:15

Cold as winter,
strong as stone;
A silver reflection
A mirage; recollection.
No return; no turning back.
The past is gone,
the furture,
Black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
& he stands above th rest.
Shadows hunt;
he hunts ths shadows
The moon is risen,
he stands below.
He views his world through the eyes
of others As he looks down
upon a shattered youth
A shattered mirror
shows a
shattered truth
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