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Night
Will the wise and empty demons serve purpose tomorrow
throughout the night without a borrow
Lying in the old forgotten shadows
Is the cure to win the fight
The anecdote for which these night tremors are made of
But how can midnight evil
Find me in the way
For sunlight is repulsive to the naked eye of a hungry beast
I loved this poem. Very dark (no pun intended).
Keep it up!