My first poem.

May 6, 2009
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Like a whisper in the night,
out of touch, out of sight.

Silently their watching you,
yet there's nothing you can do.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
in their world you must abide.

Once they find you there's no chance,
nor is there a second glance.

From the shadows they will come,
and they'll be sure to get it done.

They will strike, and you will die,
without a fight, no chance to try.





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