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Feb 2016
What hides on the verge of the madness
And why does it luring me in
Faster and faster
Head spinning and spinning
I stand at the edge of the darkness
And staring at it with a grin

How close, for how long can I linger
Caressing it gently with finger tips
Forbidden, forbidden
The conscience is screaming
The darkness grows bigger
And inside me creeps
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