The Missing

I saw a poster

Of a little girl

Blonde hair

The kind that forms waves effortlessly

Blue eyes

As blue as the sky

Freckles

From too much fun in the sun

She looked about eight or nine

I never thought too much about it

Until she showed up at my door

And said in a hushed tone

“Please you have to help me”

“I am in trouble”

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