Ghost town

Haunted memories from a

lonely childhood.

The sadness carves out a hole in your body

for roses to grow

and petals to fall.

Secret pages with golden letters

folded neatly;

brittle and cream-coloured, whispy clouds

hidden beneath the moss.

Remnants of shattered pieces

in everchanging eeriness.

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