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[ Creepfest ] Follow Me
There be no rest for the wicked
Weary are souls conflicted
who never quickly bury their
dead
You
and
I
are
so
alike---
not so easily predicted
like the sudden impulse to kill
manifesting in your eyes
Dilating wide
the apt pupil inside of you
intent upon drowning
a captive audience
beneath chilled high tide
raptured under Annabel skies
Published 18th Aug 2015
| Edited 28th Jun 2020
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