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My thoughts drift to him.
He fills me with longing,
Cold as the night air.
He roams free in the dark,
But yet he returns for me.
I dare not meet him
In the forest at midnight.
I must hold firm
And not venture into the woods
To rekindle his dark flame.
I must stand strong
Or my light will turn dark.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
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