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The ghosts of a family I don't have,
Are living in this house with me.
One red shoe on the stairs,
Little blue scarf on a hook,
Fingers gently stroking my arm,
Teddy Bear paw on my cheek.
When I'm alone and all is quiet;
I hear whispers, and sighs, and muffled cries.
Footsteps. Doors Slam!
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