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May 2016
Darkness crept up from behind me, laying one cold hand on my shoulder,
Its breath was like ice down my neck, and its touch was searing,
I looked in the mirror and expected to see a demon from the blackest of hells,
But instead I saw myself hovering right behind me
Queen-Midas
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Queen-Midas  16/F/KSA
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       JRF, ---, Keith Wilson and Queen-Midas
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