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The Darkest Hour, Poetry by Aline Gardine

And I’m alone in darkest hour, Between the icy branches searching moon. Somebody painted skies in grim black color, I can’t promise that I’ll back soon. Doc Plague laughed in winter silence, And opened fastly his white beak, Continue reading

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