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Hungry
The ghosts never attack.
They never leave either.
They just steal all my favorite snacks.
They leave crumbs, and I sweep all day.
When I close the panty, I worry.
When I open the pantry, I’m mesmerized.
My mom wonders about that.
She would never believe me.
When I wake up, I’m hungry, I’m hungry.
I never complain though.
I spend my time, turning the pantry light on and off.
Opening and closing the door, rhythmically.
Getting hungrier and hungrier.
Growling and growling.
I go to my room when the day ends.
She brings me a snack.
She worries.
Not about ghosts, but worries.
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Angelica Tao
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