Hey everyone! this is just a poem i thought up while walking through the church graveyard. and the breeze was blowing through the trees and it sounded like whispering so that was my insperation!
rosie

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I am strange

I know

And

I don't care

You stare

You whisper behind me

And think

I can't hear you

But I do

I am strange

I know

And

I don't care

I walk in the graveyard at night

And can almost

Hear

The whispers of

Them

The ones

Forgotten

Their silent song

Makes the breeze blow through

My hair

They sing a song

No one can hear

But me

I am strange

And

I don't care

For I can hear them singing

And they need me

To write their

Song