The Midnight Shifts
The longroads crossed,
and the crossings presents,
crossings more
skepticisms unleashed,
more of the darkling thrushes
Such infestations
are the harvested,
in a man's heart,
the lurking's danger,
unrestful nightmares,
Where the deepest recesses,
are the dark mansions,
in the graveyard's shift.
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