Shadow.
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Last published Tue, Jan 10, 2017
Don't look me in my eyes
Don't listen to me breathe
Don't see how I look
Don't hear how I speak
I'm a curse of nonexistence
A monster of mundane appearance
Walk away now, I say
Walk while you still may
For when you fall for me
And I've fallen for thee
I welcome such path of destruction
The curse of my life's damnation.
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gothique
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