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May 2021
It comes out of the dark spaces.
Living in my closet,
behind the door,
under the bed.

It creeps up on me,
when I'm least expecting it.
Sending me
chills.

And for some reason,
it can tell
when you're not around
to help.
Ale
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Ale  17/Non-binary
(17/Non-binary)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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