Hacking away is how my friends play

A Poem by Azarel Szabo

My ghostly friends
They hack my wrist
I see you running
Straight through the mist
Running through me
I swirl and twist
Join my friends
A shadowy fist

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Added on August 23, 2013
Last Updated on August 23, 2013

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