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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Arts · #1139293

There's always ghosts of lives I've left behind...

Why Thoughts?


Midnight ghosts come to visit me,
In spite of my anguished cries.
I try to deny their cloaked threats,
and offer childish lies.

Black and white memories perform,
a ritual with my thoughts.
I lie in frozen helplessness,
and realize I am completely lost.
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