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The Secret Society
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Old Wooden Creaking Floor
I wake up freezing
in the middle of the night
and I find a hole where
she used to fall asleep.
And I try to search
for my glasses in the dark.
I guess I was having a bad dream.
Almost blind,
I crash into a pile of books.
It's funny, isn't it?
How memories come and go,
how can we forget
some names, places and dates;
how hard can hurt
the things we've lost.
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This game is over.
This game is over.
This game is over.
This game is over.
This game is over.
This game is over.
This game is over.
I get out my room
in silence like a thief.
My two flatmates
must have been out.
Still I have deafening my ears
all the bad news that came from the South.
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