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Dec 2012
when night has
the fresh scent of
a jackal with moonshaped eyes
that bring me night again
night wears the cloak of
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
my friend
that lead me through
the twist of fate
o night wears the mask
Written by
Stu Harley
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