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Once more

I can hear it crawl towards me In the infinite moving dark Claw turns to slither Echoes without placement Each sound closer than the last My heavy breath giving voice Breath cool on my face Rancid in deceit If I open my eyes I can give my fear form Not a muscle working in unison Eyelids like ancient divers leaded boot Stuck in the silt Heart and breath in explosive race Face to something not quite face Don’t look Let me see suns grace Once more

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