Cold

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By Nightshade

I stand in shadows, my clothes are white, no one speaks, no more lights. I feel the wind against my face, my demons laugh, I'm just a face. Silent cries fill my ears, with their screams, bring me fear. Souls are good, I love the taste, so cold I am, just a face.

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