Whispers

by TPAC

Within a stern set stare drawn seams of views, absorbs thought of the mind I bare out peering, gaze nearby a window to less care glows eyes.

The curtain that hung it up rose here looking, whipping pop snap in front my nose missing, feeling at breeze open hose heard utterances.

I know I sighted misty form its movement, in the ear sounds of oh-h echoed place tone low, flow at chill dead cold to go passing my body.

I set turns backwards the occurrences fright, having by me no vision any precise sight, slam might a door in my pad concealing the intruder.

In home's wall owned found safety shaking a tot, wooing a noise set word this fact I will not deny, traced I'm dazed to sit programmed bot.

Guest it spoke to me the words proving test, understanding not any spoken told to wowing, heard best this friend proclaimed statements.

Sin shapes it sound to tell beyond a fall, post of life my pin set about spooky things, blowing in the wind I'm hearing a trumpeting tin noise.

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An unknown given act of endurance seeing a specter or a dark black shadow person, in the Holy Text view our out of flesh returning soul.

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