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Jun 2014
Your eyes flashed like lightning
As you approached.
Your fingers stiff, tight..
Needing to feel something in your hands.
You smell blood..the taste of your
Next victim awates..
I never had a chance...


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson
Written by
Andrew Robertson  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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