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Silence of the night.

An ill omen coos then

Hoots again.

I lay trying to sleep,

Trying not to think Of death.

The ill omen coos

Its victim shrieks;

Death being its sole sound.

I try not to think of Death

Though the ill omen coos and

Hunts again.



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