he stands over you with a smirk and like a tower.
slender, smooth-spoken, his compliments pour over you like a sweet shower.
“come beautiful thing,” he whispers and then it all turns sour.
and you begin to shrink in a corner before his scorching power.
so fast you squeal and scream. a small pathetic coward.
Thats why I don’t have almirah, cupboards and beds under which someone can hide.
Good work horror fanatic.
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Thank you very much 😀
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You are welcome.
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Love this. Very atmospheric
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Thank you 😀
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