I put my broken
arms around you
the dark mass
lying there
And you whisper
something loudly
to see if the ghosts
won't care
Trying to scare
the huddled masses
turn and disappear
Cowers in the light
the darkness shines
then disappears.
R. L. Kaufhold
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