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Apr 2015
He only comes at night.
He lurks in the shadows
He hates the light.
He came in silently.
Stealth is one of his expertise
though that doesn't work with me.
I can see your future.
I know of your past.
Time is in my hands.
Visions are mine to keep.
Now bow down to me.
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   Alice Morris
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