She stood near the door.
Dare not to go in.
For the evil she fears is not far from the brim.
The footsteps are loud, but she cannot see.
How evil the evil she holds really seems.
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a book i'll never write
AcakSnippets and thoughts that will never belong to poems or stories, yet I felt they deserved a place to live.
the door
She stood near the door.
Dare not to go in.
For the evil she fears is not far from the brim.
The footsteps are loud, but she cannot see.
How evil the evil she holds really seems.
