a
cold filled the air
my
breath became shallow
the
doorbell rang
I
felt a shudder
look
through the peephole
I
see a cloak all in black
sickle
in hand
oh,
I know this man
I
open the door
and
invited him in
hello
my friend
glad
you could visit
coffee
and crumpets
some
small conversation
then
off he goes
back
searching for souls
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