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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Have you ever met, the demons that walk among us? Has your mind ever let, them tell you not to fuss? If you show me, I will shine. A borrowed catastrophe, though you cannot have mine. Tonight I’m taken, trapped in endless whispers. As unholy waken, I’m left among the sleepers. I can feel you, dreaming of me tonight. A solemn ghost passes through, terrified of its own sight. Nothing can stop them, beneath a broken dream. Unfaltered by any whim, will we be torn at the seams? Tonight we were alone, one last time to dance. A missed longing shown, broken love that must enhance. A storm brought together, dampening broken spirits. Forgotten in time forever, a haunting credence. What will we do, as tomorrow leaves behind yesterday? Will I ever see you, though you’ve nothing to say? I unfortunately saw, a sliver of corruption and hope. An untimely fall, a shattered remembrance to cope. Will the night come, will it bring another new home? A wish to succumb, an ever filling tome. An emotionless guise, that brings death ever near. An enduring surprise, though the thought is clear. A burning passion, ignited to make it all worthwhile. Life left ashen, left with a poison taste of bile. A passing feeling, a gift of love and despair. Compromise left reeling, wondering if you still care.
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