In the Wee Hours #3

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POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS

The lights flickered,
and the room is chilled.
I resist an urge to shiver.

A wraith from the hollows appears.

Wraith: “Come”
Me:” Can we talk”
A portal opens.
Me:” Crap”
Good luck, everyone!… I step through the portal … it’s 5 am

~thank you for reading~

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