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								| The Catacombs Of My Mind |  |  |  
					| Lost in memory's catacombs, Searching for some hint 
					of light,
 Trying to find a little relief
 From this 
					long, infernal night.
 
 Burning hooches' flickering 
					flames,
 Paint shadows on stygian walls,
 Providing no 
					real illumination as
 I stumble through darkness and fall.
 
 Phantom voices cry out in pain;
 I hear curses, and 
					anguished moans,
 But no matter how frantically I search,
 I remain lost and alone.
 
 Forlorn specters haunt these 
					chambers,
 Somber and deep within my mind;
 Remembered 
					pain and mocking death
 Are the only companions I'll ever 
					find.
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					| By Thurman P. Woodfork Copyright 2008
 Listed 
					April 6, 2011
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