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I can feel her lurking in the back of my mind.
She has lie dormant for many a moons now.
Never too faraway, just waiting for the right moment to strike.
I have done all that I can to resist her.
But no incantation can save me now.
No weapon known to man, no higher power.
I can hear her slithering.
Closer, closer, closer.
The numbing cold of her breath and touch,
The sound of her forked tongue,
Darting in and out. In and out.
One wrong move, one intake of breath too sharp.
And I am dead.
She has lie dormant for many a moons now.
Never too faraway, just waiting for the right moment to strike.
I have done all that I can to resist her.
But no incantation can save me now.
No weapon known to man, no higher power.
I can hear her slithering.
Closer, closer, closer.
The numbing cold of her breath and touch,
The sound of her forked tongue,
Darting in and out. In and out.
One wrong move, one intake of breath too sharp.
And I am dead.
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