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Ghost Town

I got hallway out of town today but I couldn't leave before I faced the last of my demons So I turned around and went back Drawn by the emptiness I'd avoided for months Four walls held up by cement that might as well be made of bones and ash from all the skeletons I've left buried there I'd burn it down if I had a match to incinerate the memories I've tried hard to erase But you're gone and so am I thought not in quite the same way My questions were answered and I realize now that the building wit the skeleton bones will never be the same

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