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    Some dark title...

    Come take my hand
    Lead me to the special place
    Where there is pain
    Everyone there is not sane
    Lust in the air
    Echos of screams and laughter
    The scent of sweat and blood

    Unsettling isn't it?

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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