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Feb 2016
Soft whispers are adrift,
Stealing small children from their sweet dreams
These creatures are known to be keen and swift
Their appearance not quite as it seems.

In fact these creatures are not visible at all.
For they are much more complicated than that.
Sneaking around the shadows of the hall.
Stalking you just like a cat.

This thing in which you now read explains
These creatures called drugs that feed off our curiosities.
Feasting on our addictions until nothing remains
And they help show us abusers our insecurities.
Kayotic Tragedy
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Kayotic Tragedy  20/F/Hell frozen over
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