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This is an original poem by meh
Though the desert is made of sand and stone,
at night you are chilled to the bone
Good people at home, filled with shame,
though they aren't the ones to blame
Dark sky, filled with spots of light,
heavy eyes start to lose their sight
The dark is not fleeting,
creatures of black are teething
Whispers shaded in black,
they will never come back
In the light the creatures flee,
only then will they see
Abyss
By Onyxillo
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but watz wrong with Appl?! She wont talk to me anymore...