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Mar 2014
Beyond the bogs
I hear whispers in the night
Of who?
Of what?
I am not sure
They speak of danger
Darkness
Seduction
Greed
Death
I hope I'm not crazy
But the whispers get louder
Moans sharper
I feel that they're closing in on me
I begin to follow their path
I fear for my life and sanity
Help me
Anyone?
My first horror poem. Yay! Comments?
Elizabeth P
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Elizabeth P  Texas
(Texas)   
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