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Aug 2016
The darkness outside my window still quietly swims;
Into my room; laying upon my bed; creeping on my limbs,

How will the light effect me when it returns?
The mirror stares at me with such a look; it burns.
Sleepwalker
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Sleepwalker  20/M/UK
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