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Midnight
The moonlight trickled through the windows,
Flickering fireflies, the dance of the shadows.
Rigid breathing clothed with stillness,
May I ask, " Are you afraid of darkness? "
Shivers and chills are...
Flickering fireflies, the dance of the shadows.
Rigid breathing clothed with stillness,
May I ask, " Are you afraid of darkness? "
Shivers and chills are...
