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Jun 2014
I hear … The door.
A voice … In the hall.
Shush,...A call
He’s here.

He comes … To call
He is here… For her.
But I know,
I know,...
That’s not all…

He’s here.

A smile… I smile.
Its cold...
A sound.
Laugher,... I laugh,

A chill...

A tingle.

She goes...
Up the stairs.
My eyes...
Go down
I look ...
I look, around.

I’m alone.
No one...
No one...
Is here...

He’s,...
Here again.
He comes… to call.
Theresa M Rose
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Theresa M Rose  QUEENS
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