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3d
All my nerves and anxiety,
causes me to flee,
and I raise a toast to sanity
and my un-answered pleas.
There's a sink-hole in the middle
and I'm parsed for a drink.
but the water only trickles,
like orange skin squeezes.
The Haunting
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The Haunting  M/Near the eye of the Abyss
(M/Near the eye of the Abyss)   
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     SerpentineSky, Liana and Emma
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