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Horror Poem - Comp entry
I look down at the street
The wind and moonlight combine
In green hypnotic light
Washing the leaves
A figure stares up
He looks familiar
He has my eyes
My mouth, my grin
A forced grin
The eyes are lifeless
The mouth, my mouth is moving
I can hear myself screaming
The wind is building
My eyes are worms
My tongue forked
My teeth sharp
Smiling...
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