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Jan 2018
Waking up, I heard a sound
of someone walking around

For years I have lived alone
in this house thats made of stone

As I got out of my bed
something flew by my head

I quickly run down the stairs,
then something pulled at my hair

Now I begin to let out a scream,
Realizing , it was all but a dream
H A Vitatoe
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H A Vitatoe  43/F
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