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| In my dungeon I safely sat, the fires of my world protecting me keeping me numb to the world with out sensation, deadened, though I didn�t know it I thought I was alive Then one day in shadowy light a dragon stood before me, his wings wrapping round my tears his fire heating my soul his strength lifting me from the cell in which I lived. And looking down I saw the shakles and the armour which had imprisoned me all this time, within the wings of this dragon like a new dawn , I saw love it freed me, and let me live again. � By Geni-inaBottle 2002 |
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