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The House on Grayson Place ~ The Disappearance
Hidden under her veil of black
Coat slung over her shoulder
No one sees her, as she moves about
Her clothes, from days, much older
She holds a scroll, in both her hands
Or is it something else she clasps
She watches, as others drift on by
Still, no one stops and asks
Ms. Grayson, hides in the shadows
Where she will never leave a trace
Laughs, at all the village folk
An evil sneer, still, upon her face
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