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Down the pathway to the left
there stood an oak with considerable heft
Through the trees on a windowpane
light melts vague like a sugarcane
"The house is haunted," he said to me,
and scared away a frantic bee
I chuckled as my blood ran cold
A girl had died, that's what he told
I double-checked the amorphous shade
that laded on the windowpane
Mumbling something he didn't catch
I stormed through the tulip patch
For what it's worth I tried to resist
looking at the figure formed of mist
First emerged a hand, forearm and wrist
then the eerie curve of my own lips unkissed
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