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Nuisance
The touch that lingers,
A deaths grip of fingers
Upon my flesh and being.
Eyes no longer seeing.
The cold, the dark.
So deep and stark...
the Black.. black... black...
The only sound the...
A deaths grip of fingers
Upon my flesh and being.
Eyes no longer seeing.
The cold, the dark.
So deep and stark...
the Black.. black... black...
The only sound the...
