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Apr 2015
The gentle rustle of silken curtains
darkness envelops its ****** fibers
Tiny tendrils caress broken skin
and veins freeze over to smokey chills

A monstrous outline looms over
Limp children
Nestled under heavy quilts
Detached Dreamer
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Detached Dreamer
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   josin137
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