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Terror

October 14, 2008
By Anonymous

The silence of
Departure
With an eerie kind
Of wind
Touches
Your soul
With a chill
Of ice cold fingers
Gliding across your
Skin
A song of death
Wished sin
A pulse of the
Heart takes your
Hearing
A feeling of fear
Takes your sight
And the smell of
The living dead
Approaches
Midnight



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