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By Stevr Date: 2001 Jun 26 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.26.06.33.9903]] |
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As I pass through the door familiar sounds flood my ears the moan of the floor under my feet welcomes me the scent in the air a sheer fragrance of patchouli, invades my nose my mind knows the way in the dark and moves forward but wait ...there is something wrong my body tingles and bristles I feel the presence of someone not here now...but here a short time ago something suspiciously is missing something conspicuously is missing and the look in your eyes betrays all you hold inside |