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Sep 2017
I reward the ghost in my head
Fresh blood offerings
A daily schedule
Never realised
Found myself
Drained on the floor
Starring into nothing
Disbelieve visible
It was my own blood i gave
Self sacrifice
Doomed myself
Refused to believe my eyes
Real love knocked and entered
This web filled dusty house
He chose to call home
Written by
karin naude  riversdale
(riversdale)   
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