The Victim

May 31, 2009
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Watcing the window
For any movement
Darkness all around
Sounds from outside
Makes her shiver.

Radio became silent
Lights don't work
Feels a touch
Covers her neck
With the blankets.

Too late now
It's already begun
A sharp pain
Then perfect happiness
As she fades.

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