Was in the hospital all night so i couldn't write last night. I'll hit ya'll with 2 tomo.
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THING
There is a hand
With gentle brush
Does exhume
Life from within.
Pallid fingers, filthy nails
Crawling.
Steadily moving
Unseen lurker,
Conservationist of sorts.
Guaranteed for everyone
A visitor,
Who by means of an old relative
Occasionally "checks in".
Would I live
Differently
If I recognized its face?
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