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The Monster Who Comforts Me
I look upon these silhouettes; of night trees
Dark delineation is the monster who comforts me
As my haunting sorrows swayed in the breeze
I warned them of being wracked with disease
On a calm night when they're still
Words of rage make me think I have skill
Shaking hands chop against their will
And when my mind has had its fill
I close this world down like it's a sill
Just to wake up in the morning, ill
Wondering how to sift the chips;
to pay for the dregs within my quill.
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Anonomus Scorpio
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