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Jun 2013
I dream about her at night
The faceless woman
She creeps into my doorway and
Im blinded.
I still dont know her name and
I dont think I ever will.
I hear her voice at night,
speaking to me in such a way I
Almost drown in her
velvet like sounds.
Who is she?
Why is she?
Where is she?
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