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they are lurking
(behind shadows and on door knobs)
and following me
(to my bed room and into my bed)
I find comfort
in the water
and then back to the start.
(They are in the water!)
the pounding in my head
never stops.
like a hamster's wheel
(dead hamster)
diseased little hamster.
it's always turning
I cannot stop them.
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