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Oct 2015
As the night is pitch black,
and the stars brightness lack,
the horrors of your memories,
come to take your security,
you hold your bleeding heart,
with raw and ****** hands,
as the real journey starts,
and your life slowly ends.
Written by
Michael Ryan Lane  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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