Haunted

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Grey clouds blocking the sun,

Grey clouds under the moon.

A lonely whisper caught my ear,

And whistled a quick tune.

Yellow flames dance wickedly,

Yellow flames sit still.

All there are are spider webs,

In my windowsill.

 

Abigail D. Gray

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