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Faces

Morgyn C., Houston, TX By MacyGrace, Houston, TX

The faces,
Their dark.
The threaten to swollow me,
To close off the light.
They haunt me in the day,
And taunt me in the night.
In the darkest cornors of my mind,
Where the blood flows strong,
With knives and posin fills the air
Death is waiting.
And the faces,
Are me



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