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I am but new in this new arrange A morbid and horrid of disengage A little contact, I rid you off A simple contract I must dissolve Never a mist of cold terrains Had I dismiss with needled pains Still I walk with quiet compose Strong and locked in focused pose There I grew in deepest stress Harden me with cold compress Dare I bid a calm farewell To a bowing distant hell Calling me forth when I hea...
The Haunting of the Same Dream
Oct 18, 2020
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