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I try the starlite But burn my ghost to death Cursing the moonstruck Nite. A mirror of feirce fire Whistles at the cold The blazing sizzle of rain Can barley spit With out a breath I know my heart Is running wild!
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Wharewolf
I try the starlite But burn my ghost to death Cursing the moonstruck Nite. A mirror of feirce fire Whistles at the cold The blazing sizzle of rain Can barley spit With out a breath I know my heart Is running wild!
Halloween
michael-parish
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
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