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Leeches feed on midnight dreams
Gorge themselves on abstract notion Loosen my mind at the seams Blood-suckers in constant motion Thoughts seep out through gaping hole Lost plots and stolen themes Leaving empty shell of soul Spirit from my body streams Vessel left so starved and worn Icier than Planet's pole Axons left embittered torn Never again will they be whole Moon is cloaked Sun in view As darkness merges into morn Leeches die in scorching virtue In the light I am reborn
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