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Halloween Spirits

The spirits speak in their rhythmic tongue.
Thinning the veil with what they have sung.
They roam the streets among the breathers.
Posing as dressed up trick or treaters.
Every Halloween is their time for freight.
They emerge with the sun's dying light.
When it is dark and cold outside the houses.
Spirits play with the living like trapped little mouses.
Written by Lissa_Reed
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