Game Nights
i remember those nights at my mother's home
when and her brother would team up
and play a ghost game with me and my sister
by wearing the devil's horn that lights up and scare us
the cold breeze at night on rooftop
and there was just silence in the distance
as we were hiding in the dark
not trying to get caught as they were trying to scare us
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