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Ghost

I wake in a fever Sit up in my bed Nightly visits Seeing the dead This house is a horror This house is a fright I pray for salvation Shut my eyes tight Why does this happen Just to me Why don’t my brothers My sisters see Is this my curse For being born From celestial Placement torn Not damnation A gift was given Help the lost Ascend to heaven I pray for strength With all my might To help the ghosts Visiting me tonight

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Date: 2/21/2017 3:49:00 PM
Stephanie, a wonderful poem, but do you really see ghosts?
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