A misty a morning as any,
In this cold winter days,
Dreadful thoughts,
Rearing upon the back of your mind,
Unleashing,
Invoking,
The ones you do not want to.
Demons call out,
From the dreams of the lost ones,
Stretching out,
Hoping for another day,
To arise,
To be hopeful,
Of all that can be.
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