Ghosts arise out of debris

Perhaps I need less caffeineTo deal with Friday the ThirteenA mass of black clouds hangs over meGhosts arise out of debris
The strike of thunder, lightning glare, I'm jittery, it's such a scareThe only thing that soothes meIs reading At Odds with Destiny 

Let in the dog and let out the cat, for this box holds dangers of the most rarefied kind!
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