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Hooves inside his boots
The stranger seeks sanctuary
But turn him away.
He offers you gifts
Calls out in the voice of friends
Do not let him in.
His faint sulphur stench
Betrays his native region
His eyes are like swords.
He will keep knocking
You can just hope for daybreak
He could still be there.
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Horror and Bizarro novelist and editor
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