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There it is again That unholy whisper Reminding me She’s close by
Her icy embrace Obsessed with my flesh Fascinates her so Being not from this world
I ask her
How did you find What do you want from Why
Me
Still She just Whispers Wicked desires
Perhaps They will come for her Return her to her Place
Perhaps She’s come for me And these whispers precede A tremendous foreboding howl
By Joe DiFrancesco Copyright 1999
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