Unseparated

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On a cold night, before, nothing like

The wind howling at the moon; my view

And all things are either dead or 'live

Bar that separates us gone past due

And whatever that holds between us

Past and nothing more but taking time

And holding none to true; to possess

All the malevolent night in rhyme

Wicked in death; Sinister in kind

Vile, dark, cruel, and evil; Malicious

All or take, give in and break...To find

Darkness; Devilish; Wrong; Vicious

Repent and lose; You become hollow

And you find yourself in your own woe

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