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Oct 2019
All throughout my darkest night,
shadows seem to come to life;
Closets house such ghastly things,
I see them in my every dream.
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Demons gloat with every tear,
as they feed upon my hidden fears;
I shut my eyes with all my might,
as I have done throughout my nights.
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The things of which I've seen and heard,
can't be described with just one word;
I can not take this very much more,
as howls cry out behind the door.
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Poetress2  59/F/IL
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