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No Matter where you step you can't avoid the sharpness of Slivers & Shards

Shining a Natural light as the Echoes of Violence appears

When your back has been put against the wall its time for you to Overrun

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue in Rhymes from the Wicked Nursery

The Gift you would have your eye on at the next White Elephant