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Dec 2015
hazards of deep slumber
you can ask the night plumber
he shall tell you all about
though he has no face
they have no mouth
but you call him when
the night cannot end
he'll be there for you without a doubt
but be careful of what lurks below
down the way and into the hollow
where strangers don't say hello
and world has a different halo
there is a place deep inside
November and Hallow
where peace resides
never knowing morrow
there will be no light
to hurt your eyes
it would be almost like
that you have died
yet alive
so the reaper must have lied
but hazards of deep slumber
are too many to count
far ugly to swallow
but if you can keep the noise down
you can hear what follows
the fading morrow.
aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
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