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in a corner of the room
daylight pools its last ripples
and she stands alone
afraid to step onto the shadow
that creeps towards her
afraid of the sly shuffle sound
that drags itself across the floor
or the mewling voice
that whispers its fears
and fantasies
so that when she blinks
the orange light
has dimmed
and the room sh...
Saturday 3rd August 2013 1:16 pm
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