Oh,
How kind,
Of you my dear,
To sing me,
Lovely lullabies,
Just to creep,
In the wee hours,
Later in the night,
Up the edges,
Of my cold bed,
Serving me, with,
Horrible nightmares.
"Creeper"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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