January 19, 2012
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Psychic sights of future nights
draw you in so deep you swim,
Smooth lips of a parasitic leech
Touch yours and lock you in,

Your soul slurped out like ramen
Flowing with the current
Draining all the color
‘Till it seeps its way into your head
To strike you at night
With no one in sight

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