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Joining the isolation I feel at ease,
Even though higher acknowledgements are not at peace,
The window reveals the opening the moment I enter the room,
No sound just body,
And the cold still of the moon.
The gates are open at all times,
The space laying down the grassy heat,
Dim is my passion of crime,
A woman I would never meet,
Midsummer nights dreams creep in the air,
Upon this bedrock I sleep,
The stalker waits outside in there,
Pawning his chain to reap.
My killer has followed meek since day one,
Giving all to them who lies,
Paying privileges 2 kingdom come,
Taking their thoughts to tithes,
The boulevard is quiet now,
No strip to go through,
The voice of her is still loud,
Aiding the rest of the crew.
