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Jun 2015
Its kinda disconcerting ,
The hole in the sky.
Darkness seems to slither in,
As beauty withered up and died.
The stars that once lit the night,
Are now just silent prayers.
See the only light in the sky,
Is that scarlet staring eye.
As many as there where once stars.
The monsters begin their waltz.
It scary the holes where demons come,
Within the hearts of men.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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