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Morphine

Well switching a blade from outside and in
I heard a clutter from the window seal
It was a cutting sound; it mimicked a blade across skin
It scared me to look but I do feel what I feel
A sense of perversion I’ll never fill

The steps that hurled, on this Halloween night
Many, Many whispers from my lawn’s green
I felt nothing more then a sudden fright, but something is not right
I felt a grasp in my head, something inside of me

This perversion I can’t seem to reveal
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