Widmo

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Whispers through the doors,
slithering through the windows,
the crevices, the holes, the
cracks, the slightest opening
in your heart and mind.

When the ghosts come haunting

they wear sweet faces, too
beautiful to be real, angelic.
They are young, and sometimes
older. The ghosts that haunt
the mind come uninvited.

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