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Perfect
And so I laid...
Restless like the Cat of Nine...
Suddenly I hear the door knock...
I scare-fully glimpse out the shadowed window
So dark I could see blind...
There was the knocking again...
It was out there... Standing... Waiting...
My heart stopped... My nerves stood still...
I could no longer move...
Not a peep or chill...
The door was smokey...
Here to kill...
Perfectionist is its only name...
Its eyes were of pure hollow...
Deep... Empty...
Cunning... Spiteful...
It feels my breath...
Weak...
Yet so blessed...
Sanity is the only thing I have left...
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