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an eerie fog out in the night
winds in slowly
wraps up tight
a spook, a shout, a fright
a deadly shrill rings through the cold
the frost sets in
and numbs old bones
that lay here
til the dawn unfolds
forge on through the attack
blind to light
and lost in black
don't trip
don't slip
don't lose your grip
sings every last to...
Monday 23rd May 2016 4:07 am
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