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Will you come...?!

Where are you? And I'm so sorry.
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.
I need somebody and always
this sick, strange darkness comes creeping oh so haunting
every time
and as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason
will you come home and stop this pain tonight?


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