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Witching hours
Quiet is the sound I hear everywhere.
Dark clouds eating up light of the moon.
A terror lurks in the shadows of already dark world.
How did the world fell asleep? I wonder;
All alone under my grey stripes blanket.
Try as much as I did, to fell asleep .
Something's trouble my mind every single night.
I hear my own thoughts amongst this vague shadows loom.
Creek creek sounds of critters cry.
I think I just heard a twig crack!
Go away you darkness creeps; I forced a fake
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