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Midnight seeps Through And one man is between his sheets With something stirring beneath the pleats And he wrestles his dusty memories He relives and reviles them And why is the night so dark? And why does it make us damage ourselves?
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
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Midnight seeps Through And one man is between his sheets With something stirring beneath the pleats And he wrestles his dusty memories He relives and reviles them And why is the night so dark? And why does it make us damage ourselves?
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
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