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Haunted

April 29, 2010

She hears them in the street

as she walks home.

When she turns around

no-one is there.

They sound behind her car

as she sits idling at the lights.

In the rear view mirror

there is nothing to see.

They echo in the dark

as she lies in her bed,

sheet clutched to her chest;

the sound of horses running in the night.

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