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He is here
In the dark
When I sleep
I know he is there

He watches
In the shadows
While I breathe
In and out

He knows I know
He can tell by my thoughts
He hears them clear
They scream with fear

He looks
In the dark
With those eyes

The light scares him
He is weak
He doesn’t like it
He is a coward

It is morning
He has left his smell
The smell of rain
After it has finished

The smell gives a taste
The taste of an apple
After being bruised
And browned

So he waits
For the sleep
To become heavy
He hunts me in the dark- in my room.

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