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Haunting

  • By Emily Schatzman, Class of 2019
  • Sep 21, 2018
  • 1 min read

There's a ghost in my bed

And a buzzing in my head

And a tremble in my hands

My vision starts to dance

I cannot find the floor

Though I fear the opened door

I cannot shrink and hide

From the things I hear outside

Because my lights are on

And the sky bleeds into dawn

Sending the moon to race away

Following the moon's devilish display

 
 
 

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