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yumado | October 29, 2009
After months of solitude, A lonely life on this cursed island. I find myself giving up, starving, On the brink of death. Upon my final breath, A figure rose from the sands. She returned to me my fading life.
yumado | September 6, 2009
Slowly I walk to the steps. I process through the town. People cheer, spit, curse, Some cry. Sadness looms through the town. It looms through the world, As even the skies have turned grey,
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