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Poem I wrote myself. (: Roses are red Violets are blue. Death is coming Coming for you He's holding a knife He has a gun He'll take your life So you better run.
Meet me at The Meddler's Gate Beneath the midnight flame. At long, long last we shall be one, Together once again. While wedding vows we did not take Follow them anyway.
Someone, somewhere, had control over my dream. I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, no cheese before bed. It began with me. Just me, nothing else. Not even oxygen.