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Dec 2019
There are mausoleums of empty space and stark,
White bones with shallow pools of water
Shifting over stone floors

The echo of footfalls send ripples down the hall,
The crawling, creeping feeling which up my spine follows,
To ask the final question,
Who calls upon the dead?
the third, and for now final, installment of poems from the AP Stats notes
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James  United States of America
(United States of America)   
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