Of Things Eerie
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john tiong chunghoo
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Of the unfrequented storeroom
Opposite the unlit kitchen which
You inevitably face while making
Your last drink for the night
Two unseen eyes staring at you
From the room that seems to
Have become the hideaway for cantankerous spirits
Of the uneasy silence at early dawn in a forlorn
Lane near an accident spot which had
Claimed a life, his soul crying out for
Aids to fulfil his dreams in this world
Of the minutes in a quiet moonlit night
When the bus had stopped right in the shadows and
Gate of a vacant house which you know is haunted
Of the disturbed sleep in a small hotel
Where your bed faced a bathroom which seemed to
Harbour someone constantly looking over you
Of the swing in a lonely park
That moves and creaks in the winds at midnight
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