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Spooked

I hear noises, something
walking upstairs.
Then comes the crash,
like a piece of furniture
knocked over.
But I know
there won't be anything
or anyone
there if I go check.
(I’ve done it before)
Ah yes, the snow
melting slowly all day
and falling all night.
I shiver anyway
and it’s not from the cold.

April 06, 2023
Published on 23/06/2023

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