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written by: A Murky Mind


Their eyes met
A cold chill
Running her spine
Hair standing on end
Panic rushed in
Touching her hand
Her body trembled
He spoke slowly
She was frozen
Wanting to run
Sounds she heard
Death in the air
Was it her time
Suddenly covered
By the black cloak
Scythe in her hand
It was her turn
To release the shadows
From his heart...

A Murky Mind

A Murky Mind

Lea Boyd/A Murky Mind
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I live in the USA
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