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Sep 2018
It's 2 am,
and I welcome in a formal madame.
Madame Darkness,
that fills my soul, my mind.
A darkness that isn't black nor blind.
We walk hand in hand,
Madame with a specific plan.
She lures out my tears,
lets me know that no one cares.
I've done this for years,
cause she never disappears.
Written by
Victoria Kvist  14/F
(14/F)   
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