Whispered Things
Something stands behind me,
breathing down my neck,
whispering wicked things,
like I will never be free,
and I shouldn't take the next step,
but they're just whispered things.
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Something stands behind me,
breathing down my neck,
whispering wicked things,
like I will never be free,
and I shouldn't take the next step,
but they're just whispered things.