June 29, 2009
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Dark, Dark, Dark
Walking in the darkened streets of night,
waiting for someone to save me,
from the critters that bite,
waiting for the sun to wake,
fearing that it will only break,
i am stuck in an alley,
hiding from the creeps of the valley,
that will pull me into their traps,
trying to escape this hell,
but i see no end in sight,
so i have to live in this fright..

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