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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Stalker - Miss Miwi

Sitting silently Not a muscle to flinch Breathing softly, Not a sound to be heard. Then appeared to her view A wide black string of ribbon On the hall floor in the distance. What could it be she thought Breathlessly watching In her imaginings it had come to life About to be battered and Met with its... Sign in to see full entry.

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