I ripped the curtains
Off the window,
Tore the carpet
Off the floor,
I kow what I am looking for.
I emptied cupboards
And sideboards,
Cleaned out the basement,
Checked my stores,
I know what I am looking for.
I searched the attic
And the shed,
Was it all
Just in my head?
I hear you,
Feel you,
Know you're here;
I know what I am looking for.
Yet Poe's one word keeps haunting me:
Nevermore.
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