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Dec 2013
I feel weepy
That house is creepy
Care less to be cowered
No time to sour

I hear a creaking sound
Under the cupboard hound
Is it a roach?
Or self hallucination that poaches?

I am alone
And my throne is blown
I want to hide and run
When the moon incarnates the sun
The house in front of mine is just too scary
Written by
Farihah F  Kuching
(Kuching)   
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   Timothy and Traveler
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