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May 2016
To the dark figure
in my house late at night
Is it really me
your trying to fright?

Seeing your shadow
crawl under my bed
Why are you trying
to mess with my head?

Did you follow me home
from a place far away?
I can't make you leave
your will is to stay

You enter my dreams
moving across the floor
grabbing my feet
pulling me under the door

Then you will drag me
to the end of the hall
Open the door
down the stairs I will fall

Hitting my head
on each stair it'd seem
Pain starting to sear
I let out a scream

When I woke up
I was covered in sweat
this a dream
that I soon won't forget
The Lunchtime Poet
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