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Dec 2016
Noise are made,
Door **** turning.
Continuously shaking the ****, makes me afraid.
The door creaks open as fear burning
...............

To discover his face
Just for curiosity, to build a case.
A case on THE Devil
That no one could ever
Only darkness is aware of him
Pulling my sheets, trembling, oh Grimm
As he walked over to me
Hearkening to whisper voice
Looking deep into his depraved eyes
What's next...
To be unknow! Ahhh...
Jessica Harbaran
Written by
Jessica Harbaran  NY
(NY)   
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     Mishael Ward and Doug Potter
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