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    the night is young
    darkness falls
    the killer’s eyes stalk your bones
    chilled to the core…
    shivering

    footsteps in the dark
    shadows of your blood spilled
    ripe on the pavement

    a lonely alley hears you scream

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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