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BLACK BOOK

You looked like an angel,

When you fell asleep into Space,

Blank pages, pages filled with numbers,

Lines and drawings

Of terrors of your past.


I tried to run away that night,

But you begged me to stay.

In the pouring Moonlight,

I was undressed and bathed in madness and delight.

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