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The bed waits lonely
Not one visit
The pink color has a story
Not a flower is wilting
A basket and a bench
A stone purple path
We are all moving in
The bed squeaks
The table shakes
But inside it is broken down
A house haunted

Analise Braddock
Analise Braddock, 9
Katonah, New York