The death trap

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She sits so still
Her face so sweet
With eyes that strangers rarely meet
A silent watch,
In dim lit halls
Where shadows dance
As evening falls.
She waits alone
No breath, no sound
A trace of life that's lost, unfound
Her fingers twitch
Her face forms a grin.
Please beware
Her stare is a trap
For once she smiles,
You're caught in there.

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