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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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Themiddlehuman said:
This is fantastic!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much! 🙂
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jenanita01 said:
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you so very much for sharing! ❤
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