A Halloween Riddle
P Patti Masterman
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He's under my skin,
My well-hid friend,
An anorexic cast to him;
His bony pallor
Is ivory white-
He only looks
Well dressed at night.
He's always there,
Sealed off from air,
And he hasn't any hair;
He doesn't need
To groom at all,
But truth be told-
He casts a pall.
He doesn't mean
To make a scene,
Especially at Halloween;
Low-key is he,
He's in disguise:
You'll never see him-
Behind my eyes.
What is he?
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