i am having repetitive dreams...
i wake up in a victorian house
all alone
or at least i think.
but i hear the song "fur elise" by beethoven
playing upstairs...
so i go up the stairs and i search and search for
which room the song is coming from.
the last door i check, is the one that holds the song.
and he is playing it
i run towards him; he cannot
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but that wasn't a poem.
it was a real entry.
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it is sad and scary as crap.
love you
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