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The villains I write linger behind my eyes
Vying, "Monsters do not make good bed fellows,"
Only but a moonwake of their madness causes my falter and
I rip myself to pieces to prevent their pleasure
I packed my mind edge to edge with emptiness
And for what?
For what?
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