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The Greys
They come for me at night,
out of the blinding light.
In the darkness of my room,
staring with their black,
reptilian eyes.
In the coldness of their ship,
held in an invisible grip.
Curiously they probe,
my body, mind,
my soul?
And when the night is past,
and I'm back at home at last.
Was the nameless fear I dread,
all inside my head?
Will they come again tonight,
out of the blinding light?
Take me aboard their ship,
or will it be you this time instead?
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