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Haunted
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Spunky Fresh Breathe in deep
And shield your eyes
From promises you cannot keep
While half expecting to go blind.
It becomes a very fine line
Contemplating which clock to wind
Distant forks have found you fare
With paths so deep they've left you bare
songs so calm, cradling the ear
No pause to follow familiar air.
Feeling scared
Filled with sullen fright
Fear takes control, spawning dare
All thats left to you now
Is the haunting cool night.
Slowly growing more aware
Frigid listless lonely ghosts
Hold steady with their glare.
