Ghosts Shadow Houses
Ghosts shadow houses working for a second glance staring at the corner of moonlight
creeping fog fervent chasms christen calls lifting hearts from fluttered chests descend the
stairs in panic a smoky season plumes doors slam voices with windows moan pallid
reeking lace laments light forms behind you
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