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Wednesday, 26 August 2015
Dark Illumination
I'll see you, clearly, in the dark,
Where I won't be misled,
And blinded by the illumination,
Where your face
Won't be able to hide
Your face.
And I'll see the demons
Residing within you.
And will show you
The ones I call mine.
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