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Aug 2016
Pale white lanky beings
Noctural creatures
From where they came
None sure knew

But far off in the dark
Those odd beings cry
As if whining for their mother
Amid and chilled night air

None that have ever
seen the creatures remain
All we have are their horrid cries
Distant in the night

And perhaps that is for the better
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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