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Aug 2017
It was not pain for long - for light crept in -
And all hearts pain - soon went -
It was a pain - unvanquishable -
The tongues from evil spirit to mock my descent -
The spirits frost - bite in to soul -
I felt my voices - scratch -
Upon the walls of my minds palace -
Where devil laid his plans to hatch -
Content that he'd never be caught -
And when he does the blame -
Gets flung about like horse **** -
By those enamoured of his game -
Megan Sherman
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