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.:. Dark Specter.:. |
The Dark specter is bewitching the blood out of
me.
Icy, pleasing fingers touch my cheek with a promise of more
A voice, deep winter and still as the grave, paralyzed.
"Come with me"
I follow without equivocation into
the prelude without desistance
A dawn forever postponed,
A thrist exceeding the void
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