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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 nature’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, there’s no doubt

Who lures you to explore within

But never lets you out




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