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Aug 2015
the stench of all my yesterdays hang around me like a cloak
and all my nightmares contain the same old villains
-its just the settings are newly invented by the master of make believe
that creepy malevolence who hangs around waiting for me to sleep
then pounces in a story line only the darkness could conceive
Written by
nivek
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   sajjad ali
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