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Nov 2012
He waits at the end of the street
I think the fog follows him
He can smell her fear
The street lights flicker and dim
Those glowing red eyes, their prey did meet
This night for her would prove grim
At this hour of late he draws near
Her screams gave him a gorgeous hymn
She laid ripped apart, as her blood runs down his lips
Joshua Jones
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Joshua Jones  Santa Fe, Texas
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