Ghost Storyby Bill Marrshadows on the walls stretch then shrink swaying right, left, back and forth together we move closer to each other behind us the windows creak (are the ghosts too moved by their own sad stories?) suddenly I am startled by the touch of something someone's cold little hand |
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