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HAUNTING SEASON
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crisp leaf-rustle sound~
was that a step behind me?
just the wind, unmasked.
porch pumpkin grins wide,
candle-glow sinks into seeds—
dark chews the last light.
frost sketches the pane:
ghost-trees reach with brittle bones...
winter whispers soon.
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