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He.


He scratched his temple
And peeled off his eyes
Reveaing his sockets,
Dark, unfathomable.
I held my breath
I was scared to death
"Please put them back", said I.
"Why?
They were fake."

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Qazi Fasih

Sat 25th Mar 2017 00:01

thank you Stu! and you are absolutely correct ?

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Stu Buck

Wed 22nd Mar 2017 00:05

lovely little piece, dark and foreboding.

(i think it should read 'put' not 'but' on line 7)

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