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He's always near, yet never in sight.
He came first in a dream, and, finding a way in, returned again and again.
Now he doesn't need to wait for sleep to come.
He's coming closer to me every day.
Soon I'll be him and he'll be me.
And then what will we do?
What terrible things will we do?
- by twitchy_chi |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/11/2009 |
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- Title: The Stranger
- Artist: twitchy_chi
- Description: I was reading this fictional book about a vampire thats gone about stalking this young woman. So as I was reading this poem poped into my head so i wrote it down.
- Date: 07/11/2009
- Tags: stranger
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