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I blink once,

an hour passes.

I blink twice,

hardly a second has gone by

The silence creeps into my ears, whispering.

I blink thrice.

Out of the darkness,

faces,

twisted and disfigured,

stare back.

Eyes darting back and forth,

Their blood stained hands reach forward.

I cover my face,

but you can't hide from imagination.

Are you afraid of the dark?





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