No Rest
To busy,
Writing and reading
But when I do fall asleep,
Ghosts start to haunt me.
No TV that’s a bummer,
They are still there but not by me,
to keep me safe.
So how do I know if the noise is a ghost,
Or them?
I had a dream that it possessed my cat and killed me,
So no sleep in this old familiar place,
That now seems just so new.
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