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Scribes Ink.

The dead of the night was etched with screams
Only she lay, silent, laced in dreams
Bound by the ghouls which wrapped up her bed
She lay in the night already dead

Dead, yet alive, she silently slept
Blankets shrouding her whilst she wept
Listening to illusions not really there
She fed off their negativity, unaware

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