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Gripping the old chair,
I hear a few strained groans.
Undecided, I froze like a statue,
Listening out for anymore noises.
Inwardly I counted down from ten;
Alas, it struck me from underneath.
I hear a few strained groans.
Undecided, I froze like a statue,
Listening out for anymore noises.
Inwardly I counted down from ten;
Alas, it struck me from underneath.
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got a free request from me to do an acrostic poem of her real name, Giulia. I hate hearing unknown noises during the night time. Sometimes they freak me out if I don't know where they're coming from.
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this is awesome!