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Alone in the middle of the night.
No star is seen at this dark sight.
The empty frame and the dark curtains,
Dressed in my black dress, satin.
Knock knock,
There goes the door.
My door's lock,
So I walked on the floor.
I opened there was none,
I checked the time and it's one.
Who would dare go out in the middle of the night?
Who would like to go out in this dark site?
Knock knock,
There it goes again.
I went up and checked my clock,
It's 3. I couldn't even stay up to ten.
I opened the door and saw a box,
Inside was a beheaded fox.
They're up again to me, fuck.
Blood went out of my mouth before even hearing the other knock knock.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
