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The Voices of Mary
By Salem
I wake in the night and the rooms are all dead, I follow a dream; she still echoes in my head, The new girl is twitching, asleep on the floor, I move through dark rooms, and pass through the door
Out in the chill, I follow the walk, The spirits aren't speaking, so there's no need to talk,
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The moon has arisen, to flower over the world, While tendrils of mist snake out, and slowly unfurl,
There's a sign by the sea that doesn't make sense, And out past the jetty wait sirens, horny and tense, Briefly, through windows in the pale glass waves, I see lost faces, ruined heroes in watery graves,
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