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Ihateghosts.Iwantdreams.

Apparently, We can feel them in our collected spines.
Paranoid, It is how these odd things enter my mind.
I reach inside but I can't touch It, The place I tried to control.
It once was intricately rooted, a vast place where I used to go.

What stinging moves placed on me, the cunning of the four old men.
Who did things I've not yet seen, I fear to know of what they did.

As their hair grows, while bodies decompose, leaving fragments of what once was:
All lights on, no ones watching you...whatever makes you comfortable dear.
Intruding thoughts, the old men's corpses rot, They'll never leave her just because:
Lights go out, eyes that brush against your skin... You better run from here.

I can't remember a god damn thing
Like I used to every morning.
Got so... so very close
backs facing, faces touching, souls embracing, animals... f.cking

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