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the ghosts pass through the walls of the hut,
moving in and swirling deep in the gut,
more come dancing spinning white,
as the clock turns another hour into the night,
filling their body's minds and souls,
reaching the ever winnings and goals,
zombies walk outside dropping the key,
unable to reach but able to see,
an effort is made by stretching pants,
releasing a ghostly stench of romance,
the bubbling fluids help burn the heart,
as the pants back end rips apart,
leaving this place to never come back,
from a pizza hut caused heart attack.