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She can feel it

Barely

With a soft whisper

A door is creaking open

Just enough for the pupil of eye

Just enough for the shard of light

A shadow

No form or face

Waits beyond

HeĀ waits beyond

She can feel him

Barely

He will cause the long lost blush to rise from her neck

The scintillating shiver to slide down her spine

Her eyelids will drop

Her mouth will quiver, waiting for the first touch of his lips

Her pulse will thump in her temples

Her fear will be profound

She can feel it

Barely

The door will creak open – further – very soon

Will she possess the courage to walk through…?

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