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abs Sep 2015
I creep toward the burrows at night
Trying to ****** a glimpse of light
That sparkled through the creepy, wooden fragments.

I bent to half to hide myself
tryig to fit in within those holes
so I could escape the solace
that has long burried me
in the land of lost and forgotten.

— The End —