Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey
night of terror.
Fear overtakes.
Heartbeats reach crescendo.
Is it end of charm?
The riot begins
in dim moonlight. Who burns
the coat on the hills.
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Author:
satishverma (
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I feel a certain gravitas embodied by a well executed plan and my faith is well earned by your authors verite yet, humbly I must admit, earned accolades aside, my grasp of the last line is not exactly clear and hear by request you enhance my straining incite?
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