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She places her feet on the cold floor,
she walks around and locks the door.
She’s scared to death and it shows,
he’s watching her and he enjoys.

He looks through a window,
she writes a riddle.
She thinks that writing
may help her some,
even though she’s sure it will
change her none.

She glances around the room,
looking for a broom,
the room is dirty,
covered in blood.

He stares at her,
she looks at him.
He wonders why,
she’s scared of him.

He walks around the room looking for it,
he could not see it and stepped on it.
He loved it with a passion but now it was gone,
she loved him with a madness but showed no love.

Now he turns back,
while she just looks at his back.
He glances back and never turns back.


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