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ghost
Poems
Feb 2021
silent break down
chills tremble inside my skin
covered by despondent stone
metal edges carve vicious truths
inside my skull, on a canvas of bone.
I bury pain and terror deep, but
quiet cracks are spidering out
rivers of ice run down my cheeks
and still, I crumble without sound.
today is just one of those days
Written by
ghost
16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)
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