August 8, 2009
By crayonsoup GOLD, Omaha, Nebraska
crayonsoup GOLD, Omaha, Nebraska
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Shhh, don’t move a muscle
Don’t make a sound
Something’s out to get you
And you musn’t attract attention

Shhh, you’re fidgeting
And you’re mumbling
I can’t get you to be quiet
Where’s that duct tape?

What ever is after you
Is not after me
So I guess I’m leaving
you can find your own way home

All alone in the musky deciduous
No compass in hand
No string of hope left
What’s going to happen?

I hear breathing
I hear snarling
I turn around
And say “shhh…”

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