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Outside ominous dark
Protect with shadow
Hands of blood-sucker.
Gray child ask for cigarette
His face is like a cumpled paper.
It has no reflection in the mirror.
Woman is in the garage
She walk on tin look
She never forgott it.
Space is atmost tight
Horror wich in-human
Think out for human.
Like this infenitely
Infenitely
Until look on something finer.
Poem by SavaGor
