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Depths Of My Mind
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i cannot reach the black you throw me
with your fireball hands and eyes,
glowing with mists in the moon,
waits,
whispers of death and the departed
screams of children scraped off
cemetary stones runes of the
past undetectable sighs of
feelings floating through the
night of my mind where all is lost and i cannot find
(anything, anywhere),
my way out.



