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Ms. Hush Hush
Hush hush
She started it,
With her forefinger placed as a guard in front of her lips.
She forbids my laughter from unraveling,
Commanding me to remain focused.
She tells me about ghosts,
She wants to catch one,
Hoping to have a friend among them.
Hush hush
She starts to speak again,
Still with her forefinger guarding her lips,
A sign to forbid me from laughin...
Saturday 5th October 2024 2:01 pm
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