Ghouls

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The Ghouls are tapping at my window
Clawing at the walls in a gentle slothful matter

Go away, I nonchalantly replied

Their pale eyes look deep into my soul
Nagging at the darkness within

They see something I blindly ignore

The windows shatter and the walls crumble

But the ghouls continue to stare

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