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Phantom Skies

Stars move East to West How the sunset best Movement unseen in darkness Were movement need fineness To what is mystical Can become historical When moving in gray The weather means to stay A howl of the wind Becomes the sound of sins Shallow unearth movement In the unstable government Behind all actions a method With intension with creepy thud Look at the darkening of night Is but a frightening sight

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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