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Jan 2014
Such dread! I hear my mother’s voice and I
I’m sorry
I feel off
the sound of footsteps
                 drawing
                                nearer
                                           don’t come in
her voice pierces right to my fear
can’t stand it
stop
Written by
J S Rogers
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