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Breach

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Lazy-Flutist

Published: Apr 23, 2010

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Sirens blaring,
screaming heads
crying for mercy
as we run down
the white stairwell,
trying to find Freedom.

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So, last night, when I went to submit this, dA was all like, "YOU ALREADY HAVE A DEVIATION THAT HAS THIS NAME!" DX SHENANIGANS, dA!

So, sorry that this is late. I need to stop uploading deviations at 1 AM xD

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