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Midnight


the dead walk at night I close my blinds, if they catch you looking they take your eyes; there lovers an thiefs an passed away men , don't get in there way or your life is sure to end; we all have a curfew an you gotta be home on time, no one wants to be caught next in line for death at the strike of midnight; heed my warning especially when no ones insight, don't peek , don't speak an for your own safety don't go outside at the strike of midnight
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karacrystal

I grew up knowing what I want to do an that's be a writer ; I wanna spread my peoms across the globe an hopefully one day get discovered so thanks for everyones support in my one woman a thousand word dream

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