How can normal, rational people
All lust after ghosts one night,
Like the moon on some church steeple,
Luring demons to its light?
Old fears lie buried in our pleasure,
Words within a midnight grave,
Each a truth that we must treasure,
Eerie horrors our hearts crave.
Nor should we all our passions pave.
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Written October 14th, 2005
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great beautiful awesome great cool you should enter this piece in the halloween contest anyways tight resses pieces im out like a fat kid in dodgeball

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