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The Haunting of Hill House

Is a place born bad? Can evil seep in cement, fear grow then wilt within vine? Something with no name weighs in rooms dark, light finite. Doors lock. Windows look, knowing.

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Date: 6/12/2019 6:25:00 PM
oh is this based on that Netflix show I saw? It was so creepy but GOOD. Your poem is good too. Congrats on the win
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Date: 6/10/2019 1:11:00 PM
- Congratulations on your winning poem, Thomas :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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