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Spell

There wasn't a bed time story
Only the night
No ball throwing
Affection or warmth
Merely fear, and insane
circumstance.
And now who is the expert
in and through darkness?
The morning star, evening
My war is creeping
A million locusts
through the back of your mind
coloring your blood
canning your soul
My dream is will
and will consume(s) you

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  • neurosine gold member
    October 16
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    Most people play ball in the day outside. Some people (mostly not a participant) insist upon this criteria.