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While you rest abound, asleep,

The Slenderman will take his keep.

His rounded face so blank, so graceful,

Dress in suit that seems so tasteful.

Long dark legs that step and stagger,

Long fingers sharp like daggers.

Moving in such rapid pace,

Gaining on you, with no haste.

So close to you, no less than an inch,

Do not move, blink or flinch.

For he relievers pure demise,

A cursed soul in disguise.

The Slenderman makes no mistake,

For he will have your soul to take...

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