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Haunted

  • Julia
  • Apr 15, 2018
  • 1 min read

Ghosts claim my wrinkled hands

They twist and pop the bones

I met them in forgotten lands

Ghosts claim my wrinkled hands

In the desert buried beneath the sands

I found their spirits in the stones

Ghosts claim my wrinkled hands

They twist and pop the bones.


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