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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