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The dark

October 21, 2015
By Anonymous

He’s asleep, afraid of the dark.

I put my foot on the top step and
stopped crawford,
is watching

her
boo.

He opened the door,
went inside and shut the door behind him.

I never saw him again.

death
with sickness
and the little things in between.

I looked behind me.
I stood in front of
it.

A man approached.
It came closer it stopped,
Delighted
puzzled
apprehensive.

silhouetted against a
blazing house,

he shot at
my nose
He
missed.



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