The Poetry of Sylvan Shadowolf
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Spirits of the Mind Ah! the spirits, to take me from my mind The more I drink the more I find I lose my inhibitions, feel wild and free I dance to the music, I seem the real me No more I am shy, I can talk all night But exercise control, or you'll dread the light The morning after can be quite surprising To wake up in a scene not of your devising Who is this girl here laying beside me? I look for a place, somewhere to hide me Then she wakes up, I smile just the same I think, and I think... "What is her name?!"
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