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The Santiam Graveyard

Phantoms eerie, 
burned and blackened
arms upraised in supplication
bent and broken, beckoning.
Driftwood garbed they testify
in shrouded mist, in foggy sky 
Woodland graveyard, petrified
Silent screams 
assault the senses
“Who says fire cleanses”


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