lost to ghosts

some streets
have too many
ghosts
in these small towns
that are
nothing more than
graveyards
home is a place
of loss
my first tooth
ny virginity
my innocence
all those firsts
to never be regained
scars
kisses
broken hearts
just another
anthropomorphic
ouija board
running from
the dead
dying in small cuts
mostly
self imposed

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