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Oct 2020
The hour draws near
As the clock strikes midnight
Demons begin to converse with fear
Drenched in candlelight
This pen becomes a mirror
A conduit for insight
Inking endless tears
My creatures of the night
May you never disappear
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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