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my daughter's bedroom is a guest room now there will be no guests just me my sadness and this trash bag of memories in this room that was once hers the ceiling is leaking the ghosts tell me i am a poltergeist my tears manifested this room weeps because i can't i hold on to my nightmares thinking i can change them in to dreams the dead out number the living this is a real nightmare i see them everywhere all the time they are writing this poem grief is the door to the other side or it was there is no door anymore now that i am a ghost living in the past
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AuthorMichelle Tinklepaugh Archives
April 2023
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