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Oct 2016
Ancient
wooden floorboards,
dry and dusty,
creaked under your heavy
bulk of a man

Black leather boots
squeaked
as you entered the hallway,
lured by the darkness
and the strong
scent of another's desire

Hinges screeching,
screaming out a warning,
the door closed behind
your back

You never saw the danger,

only felt the dagger
2015
Destiny Smith
Written by
Destiny Smith  Finland
(Finland)   
435
   lynn karen and Doug Potter
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