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Ghost

GHOST ----- THE DREAM 25TH January When I went to sleep Midnight the time when my sleep was deep I see Ghost coming down the stairs Black coloured gown was what she wears Teeths the same like that of the shark Nails so big look scary in the dark I was alone she had already known So she came with breathtaking tone Looked at me with her wicked eyes None to listen me louder cries She was ready with her devilous look Holding the knife to cut me to cook Striked the knife on my body to trim And woke me up as it was the illusion in my Dream. --------YASHU

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