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I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers
Slipping the clippers
Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires
The sense of isolation inspires
Inspires me I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear
Intruders happy in the dark
Intruder come
Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark
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