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the night holds her secrets within
heathen spirits, forsaken kin
ethereal ones in search of peace
friend or foe
i mock and tease
nightmares of yore return to haunt
alluring demise shall come to taunt
leaving none but conscious thought
chasms of memories left to rot
unchained melodies lull my head
endless lament awaits in my bed.

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