It haunts me
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The sharp, icy wind on my cheeks
Five fifth grade girls
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The whistling of chimes in a barren forest
Two girls missing
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The screeching car wheels in an empty driveway
We have to find them, I say
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The silent ghost that lurks in the hallway
Unable to speak, with the fear of popping
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A balloon into a gray, cloudy mist
No piles of candy on my bedroom floor
Only whispers of worry and warning
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The rusty rocking horse rotting in the garage