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Mar 11
with its creaking door

it's not the hooting owl
across a cemetery

not dark of night

not goblins, ghouls, or ghosts

no specter haunts me.

but

that song
those places
times left to slip away
hurts that never heal
memories to forget
as if I could

that
haunts
me
Written by
Jeff Lewis  64/M/Earth
(64/M/Earth)   
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