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Sheela Devadas Waiting for the Break of DayNot a word to hear or say. Silence fills the empty walls: Quiet omen softly calls. Your nerves grow slowly tense and frayed; You tell yourself don’t be afraid. The omen whispers in your ear: It’s loneliness that’s full of fear. The eerie throb within your chest, Although it’s late you cannot rest. Behind your door the shadows sleep; The endless vigil you must keep. An echo haunts your every breath; You smell the stench of rot and death. There can be nothing quite so bleak... You hear the door’s initial creak-- |
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