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Who whispers through walls,
As icy tones
Coat the air of halls?

Shards of death
Taughten their grip
Bare white teeth
And heavy breath

Swallow the night
By twelve o'clock
Whilst those unmarked
Lay out of sight
Copyright Joshua Reece Wylie 2023.
Written 17th August 2023.

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