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Eerie Write By the light of my candle I sit here to write. On this dark, ghostly, eerie, cold rainy night. The setting is right to divulge images I see. With my pen I'll describe the thoughts of me. My mind has a feeling I'll convey it somehow. Can't wait for it to pass must divulge it now. Suddenly! I'm no longer alone in my room. I am joined by feelings of eerie and gloom. What is this thing I can't see, but I can feel? Is it some demon trying to control my will? A cool breeze enters my room passed me. I am chilled to the bone, but nothing I see. Suddenly! my candles flame has gone out. I sit here in the dark with feelings of doubt. What should I do just sit here and wait too? Let this ghostly thing make the next move? Slowly I reach to turn on my rooms light. My room is bright without a thing in sight. Did I ponder to deep in thoughts tonight? Imagination run wild to complete my write. BY: Kings
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