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May 2013
At night
the sky
becomes
dank
dark
mysterious and shaded

At night
the sounds
become
loud
long
inconsistent and screechy

At night the sights
become
gruesome
ghoulish
nightmarish and scary

At night
The room
becomes
cold
creepy
unwelcoming and stale

Night night
Sleep tight
don't let the bed bugs
bite.
Written on 03/05/13 by Josh Morter ©
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