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Next time.
written by TowelytheThing01:53 AM 5/9/04Next time watch your back,
I creep at night,
In the darness,
Allergic to the light.
Cannot view your face.
I wield a blade...
A dagger if you will.
Blood creeping down the side.
Pitched in my hand.
Running faster and faster.
Panting and gasping for breath.
I reach over your back.
And stab you.
Simultaneously.
Until you are dead.
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