The Haunted House

She had pencil lead on her fingertips

And presses silver fingerprints

Upon the windows no one looks in

Already dirty, the house condemned.

The house collapsing, the foundation rot

Still stays the woman who time forgot

The house keeps her trapped, never set free

Upon the walls is scrawled: PLEASE HELP ME.




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