She's here, she's here - clamoring the dark, the ever presence that always befalling me between the ungodly hour.
And I can feel it in my bones, her presence. Tucked away at the back of my mind when the sun was shining outside, she lay waiting. Pondering.
For her moment to strike. Seep into my bones, not the harsh cold feeling of dread, but rather, a
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