September 12, 2016
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Dare me to walk

Along the knife's blade?


Archer's quiver

Full of arrows.

I dare you not to shiver

When you hear the haunted cries of sparrows.


Crows and ravens as black as the night,

In every corner lurks more shadows.

They are a sight

Worthy of the gallows.


Insanity kept in my pocket 

Begs to be let out,

A haunt lives in my locket,

A horror one should never hear about.

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