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Who knew ?
Sitting in a coffee shop.Waste the day away.Looking forward to the nightwhen demons come to play.Darkness hides their ghoulish charm,while masking their intent.‘The sun is lost’, their voices trill.Then sing a last lament.A fetid sigh, a crackled laugh,a shadow in my room.The soulless taunt me from my mind.They plot to seal my doom. →