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Sep 2018
Twisted faces and grotesque features
Encapsulated in prominent darkness
They emerge at night
Sights settled on the idle mind
They break and burn and bruise
Iā€™m starting to think they are my muse
i have some ugly looking friends living in my mind
Written by
Vish  22/F/on a cloud
(22/F/on a cloud)   
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