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May 2016
Felt like a sweet dream,
Quickly altered into nightmare;
All of me started to scream,
Blindfolded craving became bare.

Soothing warm caresses,
From frenzy and fervent fingers;
Soon every touch depresses
Scorching as fury of fervent lingers.

Darkly scratches clawed
On my spider webbed existence;
My frigid soul they flawed,
Unneeded to scream for resistance.

They said they seek my end,
Descended from height of death;
Every of 'em my dark friend,
To take me from the face of earth.
Scream it out! What is driving you crazy?
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   Keith Wilson
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