ProperGander*TM
Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it
Monday, January 25, 2010
Under the ruins of a walled city, Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light, No flags of truce, no cries of pity,
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night.
NY
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