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-1Novus

Caught twixt moon and blinding sol,


Half crippling chill half heady.
Never been the favoured doll,
Nor been the bedside teddy.

Always standing by the gate,


Dark infiltrates the venue.
Locked emotions start to wake,
And vengeance is the menu.

Bleary tears with makeup run,


He shouts and then he shakes her.
For the darkness always comes,
To takeaway it’s maker.

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