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Grim Reaper


It's at my door again This dark slender creature All in black A tall silhouette But of what? Is it man woman or child? No it can't be human It's all my worse fears sins and misfortunes Rolled into a monstrous heep of nothingness Starring back at me with cold dark eyes Yes, it has come for me in the night without a sound Round midnight Creeping closer still closer I see it now! It's my mirror image staring back at me!
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