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PoSSiBiLiTy
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1,5 PoSSiBiLiTy
late at night they lie awake and wonder
if i'm still up there
hanging around
or if i'm out catching dinner.
i'm living in their attics.
they didn't invite me,
nor intentionally entice me,
but there i am.
by day, i don't occupy their 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 my presence
and wondering if i'm really there.
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