October 28, 2010
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Creeping up the stairs
You hear a sound and whip around
You can see nothing
Nothing at all
Only dark dark nothingness.

Onward you creep
Up up to the top
Creaking all the way
All around you
Just dark dark nothingness

Finally to the top
Your heart a beat beating
Palms a sweating
Legs tensed for the run
From the dark dark nothingness

Dash across the hall
Almost a mile long
Your feet a beat beating on the floor
You sprint for the light
That’ll defeat the dark dark nothingness.

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