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Sixth Sense My mind clouds as visions of a foreign time and place invade my soul. Suspended between two worlds, I cringe, as beastly acts unfold before me. The poignant smell of fear envelopes my being. The pain endured, reflected within the pools of your eyes, forever etched in my heart. Trapped behind a wall of eerie mist, I hear your muffled cries, as the torture continues. Anger fills my spirit, as I am unable to free myself to come to you. The chill of death crawls upon my flesh as I return from your world to mine. A curse or blessing, is this sixth sense of mine? |
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