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Somewhere near the center

In a town much like your own

Lurking in the shadows, is

The place someone called home

 

Graffiti paints the outside

Where once the stone stood proud

Covered over by natureโ€™s roar

Standing alone, now, in a crowd

 

Of wooden barriers hiding

Branches and trees converge

Should you find an entrance

I do hope you’ll soon emerge

 

For town folk tell the story

Of a spirit, thereโ€™s no doubt

Who lures you to explore within

But never lets you out

 

 

 

ยฉDorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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