creatures in the dark, by little_irish_rose
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i wake at night
feeling cold as ice
i listen in the dark
to the squeaking of mice
though it sounds like that
i know it is not
it's suddently cold
then suddently hot
the temperature rises
and falls with such speed
searching for what
i most desperately need
my hands are searching
all around
feeling the bed
touching the ground
i brushed against something
but dont know what it was
it was somethig round
and covered in fuzz
all over i hear the racing
of my nervous heart
as i listen to the sounds
of the creatures int he dark |
Posted: 2006-09-13 21:14:28 UTC |
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