March 14, 2012
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The water rushes fast
as it creeps up to the shore.
The steps began to creak
as it comes up to my door.
It could be Anything.

It creeps through the woods
in the middle of the night.
Although it hides in the
shade of the light.
It could be Anything.

It takes the souls of others
only on certain nights.
Some see eternal darkness
while others see lights.
It could be anything.

It walks down the darkest roads
and avoids light.
Although it always end
up at the bloodshed fights.
It could be Anything.

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