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i am a dartboard throw words at me hit the bullseye too many times i laugh at my reaction you came from my blood and now this in an old apartment building we are a movie haunted descend the staircase run from everything i forgot to tell you until now time is useless the instant you lock every door i have given you the key to open it is my fault the mother ghosts line up behind me we walk down steps hearts skewered to hold like candles one day you will hold your heart like this in the dark walk these never-ending steps you will be a mother ghost too
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AuthorMichelle Tinklepaugh Archives
April 2023
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