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The Intruder
Contributed by
aliopterix
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Sunday, 8th January 2012 @ 02:11:25 AM in AEST
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The Intruder
Hiding from him the intruder
Cant you hear him come I can
Darkness the only light the moon
Ceiling fan stirring the heat
Why did he pick this street?
Now - - at the heart of the monsoon
A noise hes here under the fan
Struggle for breath reach for inhaler
On into the rooms deepest murkiness
I now hold my breath arms up
Hugging myself trying to stay still
Going through drawers knife in hand
Dont make a sound hold back a sneeze
All at once its over and hes gone
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2012-01-08 02:11:25]
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Re: The Intruder
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by girish on
Sunday, 8th January 2012 @ 04:33:40 AM AEST
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