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Aug 2016
Calm in the choppy ocean
Peace before the storm
Silence in the treetops
too still,
too still.

Scraping on a windowpane
Creaking down the halls
A plastered smile falters
too still,
too still.

How can I enjoy this?
Do I have time?
When will the end come?
too still,
too still.

Who's behind the corner?
What's underneath the bed?

I thought I saw you grinning.

too still,
too still.
Written by
Frost Aster
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