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Jan 2019
I saw a being
From outer space
The picture of it's now embedded
No matter how hard I try
I can't forget it

I woke up the other night
And I could've swear I'd seen its face
I tried to push erase
But it stood quiet there in place
Smiling at me with that scary twisted face

I screamed for help
But no sound came
It crept in closer
And I slowly started to tame

I was feeling numb
Suffocated by its hand
Last thing I remembered is counting to one
Then it was in demand
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
(M/Potchefstroom)   
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