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The Shadow Repository.


For I have tasted,
The tears of dying souls,
And was refreshed.

We are ghost children,
Echoing our hidden names,
To the winds and sands.

A demon's promise,
Announced on a tongue of flame.,
Brings a sweet respite.

Fathoms deepening,
A labyrinth of
Falling to my knees.

Each perfect shadow,
Brings a taste of older days,
Suffocating me.

Walking hand in hand,
In the darkness and despair,
Trust in my warnings.


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