Poetry
Three Young Girls Whitney Westrope
Three young girls, three white dresses, one small town, second most dangerous. One sick man, one long rope, two cold hands, first on the wanted list. Two young girls, two white dresses, one small town, second most dangerous. Twenty-five cars, one main road, one speeding car, over the speed limit. One young girl, one red dress, still one small town, second most dangerous. Three dark paths, zero are innocent. One dead girl, lying in the turning lane. Three dead girls, three in dresses, one ghost town, second most haunted.
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