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Night demons
Night's fingertips prise open the cracks in my heart.
In the blackness nobody sees the red droplets spring up,
and the tears run down.
In the morning it has been resurfaced.
You don't know.
Would you care if you did?
In the blackness nobody sees the red droplets spring up,
and the tears run down.
In the morning it has been resurfaced.
You don't know.
Would you care if you did?
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