LurkedA Poem by Bree RoseSomething is lurking at night.
Something lurked.
Something perked. He jumped at the sound. Something to be found. Could he be followed? His saliva swallowed. It was dark. Reminded of the mark. Something knocked. Brought him to shock. What had lurked in the night?
© 2016 Bree RoseAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 14, 2016 Last Updated on November 14, 2016 AuthorBree RoseVictoria, AustraliaAboutI love to create, writing and art are the two main things. I love to read and also do puzzles. I'm 19 years old and I want to write any form of novels. more..Writing
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