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He scattered my thoughts

Paled the vivid colors, blocked,

Then frightened away my dreams


He was darkness, the ebony night;

Chasing shadows round my head,

His visions, quite obscene


Like a nightmare, far too real;

My slumber, shackled,

Chained, within my silent scream


He held the key, I’m no longer free

From the darkness of my memory



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