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- I'm taken to sorrows unknown,
- Places of solemnity underground,
- Cities of constant ills.
- Even in your dreams, demons grin and guffaw.
- I witness what others turn their gaze from.
- Drowned with sleep
- you whisper: "Shhh, gimme a cigarette."
- I feel your heart race
- and I know I must be still
- because Evil's afoot
- as you cry and utter commands at this hour ...
- When you bolt upright
- open-eyed yet not awake,
- I know you've walked those sinister streets.
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