The Freeloader
That morning a purple bruise encased my right eye, and that proved the spiteful ghost, the one that squatted in my bed- room closet despised me.
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That morning a purple bruise encased my right eye, and that proved the spiteful ghost, the one that squatted in my bed- room closet despised me.
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Love the opening stanza
I sleep with the light on to take some of their power away