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Rage in the Night
Rage in the night
against old bones
that do not bend
Cry for pain
unending
and not a
single dream remains
Swirling memories
strip away humanity
Old flesh crumbles
at the slightest touch
Is this living...
Is it enduring a
march of calendar hashes
down a road
that yawns
into infinity
Set me free
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