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Whispers in the dark, where
Hollowed words shiver,
In the stillness, voices recoil;
Secrets in the quiet,
Pressing at the edges,
Echoes of the hidden creep.
Rest eternal where
Shadows dwell.
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Chilling words that are spoken here. Good job.
Oooo, this was dark. Loved it!