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He Missed Me, But Not..

Deaths camped, 

outside my door.

For he's missed me ,

once or twice before......

So now he lies in wait,

and I know this time

He's got another chance 

And he's going to make sure!

I think I hear him calling.....

It preys upon my mind.

His evil prescience is forever

He's trying to wear me down.

Methinks,..... he's not that bad,

He's the bringer of dreams....

after all.

At least he'll let me sleep

And reunite once again, 

with...

My mates.

Giajl © Jim Love