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I Was Walking Near A Room

I Was Walking Near A Room 

I was walking near a room 
It was dark, I thought nothing of it,
How could I know anything about it?
Suddenly a rope wraps around my neck 
and it pulls me toward the darkness 
I fight it so as not to get pulled in
But it uselles I can see that
I'm done
I make one last attempt before giving up 
Then I'm swallowed completely up
I looked deeper and the rope subsides, 
I was able to get a look at the enemy, 
My nemesis is looking at me 
Since the killer is me

By Marc Acrich

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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