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A trail of ghosts
A trail of ghosts
scattered
within campfire crevice ashes
somnambulant
subconscious
speaking words
two decades old.
Anxiety skulking
shadows
memories stored in scathing scorn
a secret blush
desire to touch
the taste
of stern forewarn.
Grace us with an
angel
chasing dreams we're fading fast
carve a mixed up
perfect present
kiss a fucked up
pretty past.