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Apr 2015
I hear it outside my window calling out,
It wants in, But I pretend I'm not about.
If it came in we'd all be gone
So I choose not to become it's pawn.

It bangs on my windows and my doors.
I hear about it's unspeakable horrors,
So I look to see that it's become an arena
And so I'm not letting in the one called Katrina.
Triston Albert
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