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Between the Sheets

Between the sheets, There goes a whisper The window shake, Yet, the air gets crisper. Like a spider crawling up your spine BOO! There you picture in your mind gremwolves laughing, so unkind... Footsteps in the hall way, Your paranoid heart beats. Sometimes, the worst nightmares Are between your sheets.


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