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Sep 2018
The harbinger of death lives above my bed
holding the rumors of those once said
though every night I hear the screams
ones so sharp they pierce my dreams
I feel the comfort in her glowing eyes
and gripping my soul every time she flies
as soon as I lay my head to rest
she rids my room of unwanted guests
when the shadows invade the ending day
the harbinger of death shall find its prey
Justan Rahming
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Justan Rahming  28/M/Vancouver, Canada
(28/M/Vancouver, Canada)   
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