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Haunting Yours
What doesn't hold a candle
to, what scared you into
your core. Look back
at what is haunting yours.
No scary ghost to haunt you
now, no monster creeping
up the walls. It is taking
this to harm, and hurt.
Maybe this is haunting yours.
That like madmen,
that you look too
closely at, let us
get back to that
bit where you
should let sleeping dogs lie.
As in telling small tales,
spinning complex yarns,
make your body
crawl,
that somehow
someway
you will lose
all sense.
That is haunting yours.
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