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At my door, he stands. At my bed, he lands. At my soul, he stabs. At my heart, he grabs. My last breath, he laughs.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
The Eternal Footman
At my door, he stands. At my bed, he lands. At my soul, he stabs. At my heart, he grabs. My last breath, he laughs.
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Cress
North Carolina
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
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