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Growing from a fear

Once upon a delirious night, sat a girl lost and thoughtful, 


A lover of Time, a killer from crime,

Her thoughts reflect in her shadows so fine.

The bare walls trigger,

All that she hides inside,

 She giggles to herself,

As she strolls in those lies.


As her thoughts delicately dance,

And they delicately glide,

She lets her joy decorate,

Her simple eyes.


From a moment of felicity,

Comes misery with a bribe,

That has her frown,

And dares her to pull out her knife.


Her sweetened eyes grow wilder and wide,

Her thoughts now dance a violent style,

Straight from the abyss her devil does rise,

And the grip of her knife,

Tightens so neatly, and unkind.


She stares at him, stern,

As he stares back at her, sly

Jeering at her,

Echoing the agony of her life.


Her scream brings a shiver down everyone's spine,

As she rose from her chair,

Charging to stab him, blind,

And as the knife slides through his chest, she smiled,

Looking at his now helpless,

Oh! his helpless little eyes.


"That's the end of you,"

She murmured "in my life."

"THAT'S THE END OF YOU" 

Was all that she cried. 

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