April 5, 2010
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In the darkness.
Or so I think.
His movements are whispers.
His breath as hot as coals.
Every feeling that I get,
But I still don’t see him yet.
Patience my darling,
The words that escape his lips.
Disguised in an angel’s voice,
A demon lies beneath/
Don’t trust him my darling,
My conscious whispers to me.
But everything about him lures me in…

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