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Fingers Lifting
With echoes approaching my door
the night getting darker evermore
stealing my breath in this place
seeking my death in its cheeks
stirring slow beneath the shade
shadows rising over my bed
nothing chases the fear and dread
flooding over it has spread
laying eggs in the dead
the night getting darker evermore
stealing my breath in this place
seeking my death in its cheeks
stirring slow beneath the shade
shadows rising over my bed
nothing chases the fear and dread
flooding over it has spread
laying eggs in the dead
Published 9th Oct 2021
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