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**Abuelita's Shadow** In moonlight’s hush, her shadow crawls, Through cracked adobe, haunted halls. Her whispers curl in cold night’s breath, A scorn that lingers past her death. Old rocking chair begins to creak, Her presence thick, her fury bleak. Rosary beads now turned to rust, Ashes of spite, dust unto dust. She’s watching still with empty eyes, A gaze like nails, a heart of lies. A ghostly veil, her lace of gloom, The scent of roses fills the room. Abuelita, fierce and cold, Bound in wrath and