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So bright the sky.

Orange hazes, skeletal bone.

All Hallow’s Eve, spirits roam.

Bring back the soul that’s longed for.



Expelled form heaven.

Barred from hell.

Locked inside this cell.

Slowly, surely, losing this mind.



No more nightly tricks of treats.

Masks of empty faces.

Pictures take their places.

And she says,



I’ve lost everything.