Sometimes I've got to ask-
And can't help but exhort aloud
Am I haunted, Rask?
In this aging house
Where my granny passed
Grandpa died in this room
Marks were left of you
It's about time that I moved
We have a little boy
And a little girl
Or am I paranoid?
My bones ache just to stir
My niece,
My friend,
And I
In my bedroom
My niece,
My friend,
And I
Taking...
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