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Walked down to the river at midnight - Used to be terrified sneaking through that Lampless village in the dark, Could hear villains from a horror story calling, Over the precipice of each passing garden wall. But now I'm impervious, Desensitised by hourly hauntings, Which whisper that my adult brain itself Is the spectre and the jangly skeleton, That once lurked round those corners And chilled my childish bones.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Horror Story
Walked down to the river at midnight - Used to be terrified sneaking through that Lampless village in the dark, Could hear villains from a horror story calling, Over the precipice of each passing garden wall. But now I'm impervious, Desensitised by hourly hauntings, Which whisper that my adult brain itself Is the spectre and the jangly skeleton, That once lurked round those corners And chilled my childish bones.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
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