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I think that was you, looking at me.A haunting stare- both awareBut to what degree?Our freshness and fervor,I could sense even then.I wish I could see..
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Bowls ofvisions, truth behold-Corridors lined with rotting mold.Rooms fall between empty frames,Caving in on the buried graves.Listen to the echoes, a..
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Trust me, trust no one,Darkness is the game.Lights off, will they come on?Or will they stay the same?You follow her down,She runs, you fall,Pleasure i..
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