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Jan 2020
a shadow darkened my doorstep
a wayward soul drowning in deprivation of final rest
the phantom wails in sorrow
without eternal rest it weeps
what do I have
why must I stay behind
what gives my soul such restlessness
with a whirl of wind the specter is whisked away
Written by
fate nightshade
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