in the stream behind
your house we absconded
with one, he pinched
at my cupped palms
as we
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in the stream behind
your house we absconded
with one, he pinched
at my cupped palms
as we
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There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing.
A little girl. Why is it always a little girl?
The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds
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