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The Horror Night

The mid-night of winter, nightmare roams
In the deep dense forest, I just run and run
Without any hope and life
The flowers were dead and gloomed.

The hollowness of my soul suffers me
The thirst is descended to me
From nowhere, with no reason
Oh! Dear! How does the life turn to this lifeless path?

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Sunday, March 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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