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Oct 2021
She was a west coast girl,
an artist and a beauty

She pulled up stakes
and headed east.

Didn't stop until
she could smell the Atlantic.

The vibe she emanated
was one of love and joy.

But there were other vibes in the air this Halloween night.

She took a ride to a party in the sticks,
someone from her apartment complex.

Found half-naked on the side of a dirt road,
it sounds like a horror film and I wish it was.

Things will never return to normal or her family.
Every Halloween, a sick memory, an awful chill.
This is a true story
Irving MacPherson
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