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Combination to the Catacomb.

Sun burnt out. Outside
is as black and cold as death.
Hibernating in my hideout,
where I await the light again.

Won’t deny: my dreams are wicked.
Expect no less from a subterranean alien.
Woke up. Sensed the madness
and I just can’t take it…

So familiar.

The key to saving
the future might just be buried
in this locked box.

If only I could remember
the combination.
This is my mind, after all:

I can gain control.

I can take the wind,
bear this bitter cold…


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