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How doth the busy Gheist,
Treat his newest little prey?
Innocent little tart,
I’ve come to steal your heart.
HaHa
Just kidding-
Your soul is what’s mine.
Pulling off such a heist,
Stealing the sweet away.
You were too trusting,
“Fear the Gheist of Midnight”
Those warnings were not jests,
Silly, silly vixen.
Flight through the night,
Away with fright,
Grin that grasps
Claws that clasp,
Forever thieving,
But never before leaving,
A little grin for the night.
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