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Attic

Cold.

Rotted Planks.

Flanked

By Piles Of Toys Armed

With Dolls.

Dead Eyes Smiling.

Showing Teeth.

Not Showing.

What Lies Beneath.

Sweat.

Pulse.

Sharp Smell Of Fear.

The Dark Winter Night.

The Rope When Its Tight.

He Once Called Her Dear.

He Once Held Her Near.

Listen.

They Are Close.

Listen.

Holy Ghost.

Swinging North.

South.

East.

West.

A Tarnished Gold Ring.

The Promise Of Spring.


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