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Oct 2013
The curse The gift
This tainted little soul
Has yet to live
And wants nothing more

How in the world
Could the cold rapture
The only thing that beats
The lifeless mind

Turns morbid
In defeat the girl fights
The oceans craving
the drowning mind

Over taken by thoughts
consumed by it all
The only thing left is to switch off
Unplug these hands

And let go
TheNightsKeeper
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TheNightsKeeper  Paradise
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