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Fur

by The Black Bile

This Situation’s Over-flowing.
Don’t Know If I’ll Find You.
His Teeth Ground Sharp And Eyes Glow Red.
An Acrid Taste Of Mind Must Be Fed.
These Secrets She Seeks Inside, Hide The Dead.
We’re Lurking In The Night.
We Don’t Have A Kind.
All Fables May Numb The Sting
When Who Knows What Tonight Might Bring?
Could It Be That I’ve Forgotten Me?
She Seeks The Secrets Of The Dead.
She Seeks...

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