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Jul 2013
the old house
it stands alone
with shattered glass and old rat bones
the garden has weeds
and an old blossom tree
the grass is not cut
on the left you see a broken hut on one side u see ivy
then a horrible feeling creeps inside me
what if its haunted
well u better not taunt it
anisha
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