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*you never see a ghost except inside your fear what you see at most is an apparition unclear.* flickering lantern lights casting shadows on the wall were your childhood frights in the half lit nightly lull. you couldn't tell them lies tales that grandma spun glowworms were ghosts' eyes that closed with morning sun. they made a place in your head broke all your resolves weak eerie patterns moonlight made wind's howls in bamboo's creak. when the nights came clock ticks gave a scare you had to believe in them you knew they were there. are they now all dead fantasy of child's mind monsters below bed footsteps heard behind? *some fears you still own strangely hold them firm and when you are alone seek grandma's safety arm!*
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
Ghosts Past
*you never see a ghost except inside your fear what you see at most is an apparition unclear.* flickering lantern lights casting shadows on the wall were your childhood frights in the half lit nightly lull. you couldn't tell them lies tales that grandma spun glowworms were ghosts' eyes that closed with morning sun. they made a place in your head broke all your resolves weak eerie patterns moonlight made wind's howls in bamboo's creak. when the nights came clock ticks gave a scare you had to believe in them you knew they were there. are they now all dead fantasy of child's mind monsters below bed footsteps heard behind? *some fears you still own strangely hold them firm and when you are alone seek grandma's safety arm!*
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
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