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Sep 2019
As
I drive down
This
Eerie forest
Road I am seeing ghosts
Of the victims
Of a nasty
Serial
Killer
That roamed these roads looking
His victims
There terror
Comes
When I am face to face
With the ghost
Of the killer
Who killed himself
Years ago.
Starry
Written by
Starry  30/F/Ottaww
(30/F/Ottaww)   
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