Months
I walked
Through
the graveyard
Many
times I done it
I
felt something around
It
was a short cut
Climbing
up the gradient of a slope
Those
days of my times
In
the day why so afraid?
It
was always on the same spot
The
gradient a bit higher when I climbed
It
was something made my hair stood
The
goosebumps came on my skin
I
stood for a while
Looking
for something
All
I saw was the graveyard
And
the hot wind blowing at me
In
time I took the long cut
I
never wanted to feel that shadow
Maybe
trying to tell me something
It
was best I changed my routine
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