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PoSSiBiLiTy
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1,1 DiaGoNaLiTy
late at night they lie awake and wonder
if they're still up there
hanging around
or if they're out catching dinner.
they're living in their own attics.
they didn't invite themselves,
nor intentionally entice themselves,
but there they are.
by day, they don't occupy their own thoughts.
there are plenty of other things to consider.
and by nightfall they've once again forgotten
to call an exterminator.
here they are again restlessly tossing and turning
and then lying still,
listening intently for a sign of their own presence
and wondering if they're really there.
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