night falls
the candle has gone out
the books have fallen over
the fire has gone out
it is snowing again
indecision decides
on the creak of bones
on the creak of stairs
a draught of ghost
a stir of curtains
the clock lingers
over the chime of twelve
thrown back
a cold dream awaits
in a cobweb of corner
a sinking
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