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Whispers of the Night (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. Footsteps in the hallway
A door openeth
Then closeth
The flick of a switch
And a shuffling of feet
Then the wond'rous sound
Of bountiful flesh
As it meets a porcelain realm
A brief pause
A wail
Then still
The air is brown with sound.
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