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Nov 2019
As I walk the broken path filled with blood stains everywhere, what is it that I see?
The darkness clouds my judgement
Is it a demon, an angel?
The silence pierces my ears
What seems to be horns and red eyes falls into my peripheral
I am not alone out here
It feels as if someone is following me
On this night something will go wrong
The moon can only save me now
Written by
Kosta Chiamb
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   Bogdan Dragos
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