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Jun 2018
The night was icy but I didn't mind
I grabbed and slowly pulled my blanket up
My teeth were anxiously ready to grind
When I strangely felt something creeping up

I open up my eyes, quivering but brave
"Who are you and what do you want from me?"
I boomed and suddenly I'm on a grave
I got on my feet and start running speedily

Before I know it, I'm already in my bed
Sweating profusely, thanking Almighty God I'm not dead.
Miira
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Miira  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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