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Feb 2016
There's a man in the distance beckoning me.
I look to my peers but they cannot see.
I've been chosen by the hooded he.
Dressed in all black, dark as can be.
I get up and follow, leave all behind.
They holler to me "It's all in your mind!"
That's fine with me for I am so sure.
I've always known there's something more.
He takes me away from familiar place.
Garments of night cover his face.
We soar through skies, I feel no fear.
At least I shall be far from here.
Written by
NiTSUDD  Cumberland
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