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In the night search for serum

Cure the worries of my symptom

So art we not

Mirror in the eye

Pupil in reflection

Unlearned lesson

Pray for you and you

Innoncence in your question

Born of something sinister

Piece of mind to the graceful listener

Peace of mine in my own whisper

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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