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His fingers trace fire across my skin

Searing my flesh

His voice rings in my ears

The sound of which I could never forget

His eyes stare into mine

Straight into my soul

The feel of his breath on my neck, always present

Why must I be haunted

He never leaves my mind

In every shadow, he lurks

In every crowd, he waits

He waits for me

Oh how I loath him

How dare he do this to me

I have never feared anyone

Now all I can do is fear him

Lowly mortal..how I dispise you

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His fingers trace fire across my skin

Searing my flesh

His voice rings in my ears

Painful images, when

fear and hatred intermingle.

A dangerous brew they make.

Nice piece.

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