Roses

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Roses are red
Your window was open
I'm under your bed
I can speak
My voice echos in your head
Your brain senses danger
And you fill with dread
I love the taste of your fear
Tonight i will be fed
How i can taste it
I'm from the horror stories you've read
Darling you have everything to fear
The creatures of the night you have wed

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