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She froze, like frost on blades of grass, in morning

No need to venture farther, she’d heed this final warning

Footsteps, in the distance, she was not there alone

Was that a floorboard creaking, or a wandering spirit’s moan?

Stretching out, listening, hoping she could hear

Shrinking back against the wall, all she felt was fear

Thumping getting louder, twas the pounding of her heart

Knowing she’d no time to waste, this demon she’d outsmart

Bathed in sweat, shivering, her clothes now soaked, it seemed

Waking up, inside her head, afraid of her own dream


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