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Aug 2016
In the night
When our shadows barely touch
anymore

I'm found running towards the moon
Anything that bares strange light

Pulling odd darkness from the tips of my toes

Your heart is as opacus
And as full of serects
as the grey matter that makes up my mind
Annie Dark
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Annie Dark
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   Stephan
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