Hawkwind61
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It breathed on my neck, a touch so slight, Yet filled my soul with unending fright. Its words were a faint, filled with dread, An enigma cloaked in mystery, inside my head. I felt its gaze, though eyes it had none, A phantom spectator, a ghostly one. It moved like a thought, quick and sly, A spectre in the mist, who refused to die. ,LegendDarkFantasy
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