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D-arckives
In the darkness where my naughty side thrives
You can hear a thud each time that one arrives
Hiding in the shadows like past forgotten lives
In the dusty corridors of the forbidden Poet's Archives
To go there with a weak heart would be most unwise
For in this hole of pain, the truth wears a disguise
You can hear a thud each time that one arrives
Hiding in the shadows like past forgotten lives
In the dusty corridors of the forbidden Poet's Archives
To go there with a weak heart would be most unwise
For in this hole of pain, the truth wears a disguise
Published 6th Sep 2011
| Edited 8th Sep 2011
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