He hovers over her sending chills through her spine,
" Help me ", she cries with her broken voice,
" SCREAM ", he whispers in her ear with an evil grin plastered on his face.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
