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Thunder's Tender Fist Metal sweetly chimes at night, Through and through with much delight. Like a chilly night that keeps you still, Staring at the glowing moon through the windowsill. Alone with the walls that I draw back from, Away from the memories that trigger my mind (here they come). Closer and closer like shadows of night, Are solid walls of paranoia into a ball I curl with fright. Inhaling the warmth of a mad disease, Causes the rest of my body to freeze. |
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